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Hail, brother! fling thy banner

To the billows and the breeze;

We proffer thee warm welcome

With our hand, though not our knees.

Lord of the main and manor!

Thy palm, in ancient day,

Didst rock the country's cradle

That wakes thy laureate's lay.

The hoar fight is forgotten;

Our eagle, like the dove,

Returns to bless a bridal

Betokened from above.

List, brother! angels whisper

To Judah's sceptered race, —

"Thou of the self-same spirit,

Allied by nations' grace,

"Wouldst cheer the hosts of heaven;

For Anglo-Israel, lo!

Is marching under orders;

His hand averts the blow."

Brave Britain, blest America!

Unite your battle-plan;

Victorious, all who live it, —

The love for God and man.