The stately homes of England! / How beautiful they stand, / Amidst their tall ancestral trees, / O'er all the pleasant land!
The cottage homes of England! / By thousands on her plains.
The boy stood on the burning deck - / Whence all but he had fled.
Not there, not there, my child!
The stately homes of England, / How beautiful they stand!
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, suffering yet hoping all things.
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