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Land of Our
Birth
Land of our birth, we pledge to Thee
Our love and toil in the years to be;
When we are grown, and take our stand
As men and women in our land.
Father in Heaven, who lovest all,
O help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age,
An undefiléd heritage.
Teach us to bear the yoke in youth,
With steadfastness and careful truth,
That, in our time, Thy grace may give
The Truth whereby the nations live.
Teach us to look in all affairs,
On Thee for Judge and not our peers;
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd.
Teach us delight in simple things,
And mirth that has no bitter springs;
Forgiveness, free, of evil done,
And love to all men ‘neath the sun!
Land of our birth, our faith, our pride
For whose dear sake our fathers died;
O Nativeland, we pledge to thee,
Head, heart and hand through the years to be.
Through the years to be.
Rudyard Kipling, 1865-1936
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