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The Rose of England
By H. P. Lovecraft

At morn the rosebud greets the sun
     And sheds the evening dew,
Expanding ere the day is done,
     In bloom of radiant hue;
And when the sun his rest hath found,
Rose-petals strow the garden round!

Thus that blest Isle that owns the Rose
     From mist and darkness came,
A million glories to disclose,
     And spread BRITANNIA’S name;
And ere Life’s Sun shall leave the blue,
ENGLAND shall reign the whole world thro’!
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