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Shadows Before

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"Like clouds o'er the South are the nations who reign     On fair islands that we would command;     But clouds that are darker and denser than these     Have sailed from an Isle in the Northern Seas     And rest on our Southern Land.     Low in dust is our Goddess of Liberty hurled     At our feet, and the time is at hand,     When we, the proud sons of the southern world,     Beneath a proud banner of freedom unfurled     And true to each other shall stand.     If e'er in the ranks of the Right we advance;     Though our enemies come like a flood,     We'll meet them like lions, aroused from our trance,     And show that a streak of the Olden Romance     Still runs in our commonplace blood.

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