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12924	nan	The World's Best Poetry, Volume 08: National Spirit			.txt	text/plain	84724	8752	97	"God save King James!" he cried bravely and shrill, Wind and wild wave have got thy dead, Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, O my country? Shall mine eyes behold thy glory? Shall the ear be deaf that only loved thy praises, Shall the mouth be clay that sang thee in thy Like the thunder of God, makes our heart beat fast, Send home to our true-loves a long "Good-night," No foe shall tread thy sacred strand! Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend, Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland! Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou! Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; He shall stand at Armageddon with his brave old sword, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, Thy life shall not be all forlorn. Another hand thy sword shall wield, Where sound of war no more shall come.	./cache/12924.txt	./txt/12924.txt