The Mayor's Ring
I hold a token in my hand, A very tiny thing; And yet within its golden band A thousand memories cling. Aye! thrice ten thousand memories cling Of signal victories won, Enshrined within this little ring, Reward of duty done. I ever shall this token prize, And wear it with true grace - The tie that binds the kindred ties Of friendship race to race. And when I soar full through the skies, Yet ever will I cling Within the gates of Paradise This sacred little ring!
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"I hold a token in my hand,..."
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