' J sec a great land poised as in a dream, waiting for the word by 

 which it may live again. 



( I see a great land waiting for its own people to come and take 

 possession of it. 



'Everything that the land has calls an answer in the breasts of the 

 people, and quickly grows love for the use of those that live on it. 



' Without this love no people can exist ; this is the creation, 

 nourishment, and defence of nations. It is this that shall save 

 England. . . .' 



