On a hundred leagues of coast.
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or the mighty Gulf is ours —The Bay is lost and won,An Empire is lost and won !Land, if thou yet hast flowers,Twine them in one more wreath Of tenderest white and red,(Twin buds of glory and death !)For the brows of our brave dead —For thy Navy's noblest Son. Joy, O Land, for thy sons,
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