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England, isle of free and brave, 
Circled by the Atlantic wave ! 
Though we seek the fairest land 
That the south wind ever fann’d, 
Yet we cannot hope to see 
Homes so holy as in thee. 
As-the tortoise turns its head 
« 
Towards its native ocean-bed, 
Howsoever far it be 
From its own beloved sea. 
Thus, dear Albion, evermore 
Do we turn to seek thy shore ! 
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THE HONEYSUCKLE. 
