Let their flags fade as flowers that storm can mar,
⁠But thine be like a star;
Let England's, if it float not for men free,
⁠Fall, and forget the sea;
Let France's, if it shadow a hateful head,
⁠Drop as a leaf drops dead;
Thine let what storm soever smite the rest
⁠Smite as it seems him best;
Thine let the wind that can, by sea or land,
⁠Wrest from thy banner-hand.
Die they in whom dies freedom, die and cease,
⁠Though the world weep for these;
Live thou and love and lift when these lie dead
⁠The green and white and red.

O our Republic that shalt bind in bands
⁠The kingdomless far lands
And link the chainless ages; thou that wast
⁠With England ere she past
Among the faded nations, and shalt be
⁠Again, when sea to sea
Calls through the wind and light of morning time,
⁠And throneless clime to clime
Makes antiphonal answer; thou that art
⁠Where one man's perfect heart
Burns, one man's brow is brightened for thy sake,
⁠Thine, strong to make or break;
O fair Republic hallowing with stretched hands
⁠The limitless free lands,