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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'es 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. |
