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| And there's another country, I've heard of long ago |
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| Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know |
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| We may not count her armies, we may not see her King |
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| Her fortress is a faithful heart |
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| her pride is suffering |
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| And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase |
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| And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace. |
I don't really identify with the first verse of I Vow To Thee My Country (as applied to my homeland), but I love the second verse. It is to this other country that I feel the greatest attachment.
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