| I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
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| Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
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| The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
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| That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
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| The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
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| The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
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| And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago,
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| Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
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| We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
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| Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
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| And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
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| And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace. |