"Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away."
"O ye by wandering tempest sown 'Neath every alien star, Forget not whence the breath was blown That wafted you afar! For ye are still her ancient seed On younger soil let fall— Children of Britain's island-breed, To whom the Mother in her need Perchance may one day call."
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Source: William Watson, “England And Her Colonies”
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