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Now in thy splendour go before us
Spirit of England, ardent-eyed,
Enkindle this dear earth that bore
In the hour of peril purified

This was its promise, held to faithfully:
The early morning sun came in this
Until the angle of its saffron
Between the curtains and the sofa lay,