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Forget it, England, that this Tempest finds Thy life at home with troubles overrun, Issues unsettled, justice to be done, And dark distrust corrupting all men’s minds. Trust England, all her sons. Her millstone grinds Slowly perchance; but while in heaven the sun Endureth, while their rounds the planets run, Her word is bond, and what she binds she binds. And England, see thou that these debts are paid! Be firmly true to thine own children. Stand For justice. Let these arms aside be laid. And in our dear inviolable land None but thyself go armed--the only blade Out of its sheath, that flashing in thy hand.

HESEPE, 28th June