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D'RI AND I

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yet unborn, long, long after we are turned to dust."

And then we all sing loudly with full hearts:

"O land I love!—thy acres sown
With sweat and blood and shattered bone—
God's grain, that ever doth increase
The goodly harvest of his peace.

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