Chapter 15 of 52 · 52 words · ~1 min read

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With soaring voice and solemn music sing, High to Heaven’s gate let pealing trumpets ring! To-day our hands consolidate The Empire of a thousand years. Delusive hopes, distracting fears, Have passed, and left her great, For Britain, Britain, we our jubilant anthems raise, Uplift your voices all, worthy is she of praise!