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the laws of Great Britain and the roosredo
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The Cities are full of pride,

Challenging each to eachThis from her mountain-side,

That from her burthened beach.

They count their ships full tale

Their corn and oil and wine, Derrick and loom and bale,

And rampart's gun-flecked line ; City by city they hail :

“Hast aught to match with mine?".

And the men that breed from them

They traffic up and down, But cling to their cities' hem

As a child to the mother's gown.

When they talk with the stranger bands

Dazed and newly alone; When they walk in the stranger lande

By roaring streets unknown; Blessing her where she stands

For strength above their own.

(On high to hold her fame

That stands all fame beyond, By oath to back the same,

Most faithful-foolish-fond; Making her mere-breathed name

Their bond upon their bond.)

So thank I God my birth

Fell not in isles asideWaste headlands of the earth,

Or warring tribes untriedBut that she lent me worth

And gave me right to pride.

Surely in toil or fray

Under an alien sky, Comfort it is to say:

Of no mean city am I."

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