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("Vkr the glad waters of the dark blue sea,

'* Our thoughts as boundless, and our soulsasfree,'* Far as tlie breeze can hear, the billows foamu Survey our empire and behold our home!rt These are our realms, no limits to their sway —rf Our flag the sceptre all who meet oIum.r< Ours the wild life in tumult still to rangeu From toil to rest,, aud joy in every change.

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