A mighty nation,
A heart at peace.
Our song rolls like waves of wheat,
Rises like lingering hearth-smoke.
Across this land that bred and bred me,
We sing freely, and breathe deep.
2025-10-01    Visits: 586
A mighty nation,
A heart at peace.
Our song rolls like waves of wheat,
Rises like lingering hearth-smoke.
Across this land that bred and bred me,
We sing freely, and breathe deep.
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