English poem
And now as our young nationhood is struggling into birth
by John Reade (1826–)
And now as our young nationhood is struggling into birth, God grant its infant pulse may beat with our fore-fathers’ worth! And as we gather into one, let us recall with pride That we are of the blood of those who fought where Harold died.
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