Welcome, welcome, with one volve In your welfare we rejoice, Sons wil brothers, that have sent From Isl", wud Cxpe, and Continent, Produce of your field an Works of subtle br: Splondoare of th Briton your own, Gifts from every Bri featured ages Britain failed, and ought her sous of yore Careless of ote growing kit Shall we sin our father's sin 5 Men that in a narrower day (Uuprophetic rulers they) Drove from out the mother's nest young eaglet of the west, forage for herself alone, Britoue, bold your own, Sharers of our glorious past, Brothers must we part at last? Shall not we thronyh good and ill Uleave to one another still 2 voices call, "Sone, be wedded each and all Into one Imperial whole Que with Britain heart soul 5 One life, one flag, one t, one throne," Britains, hold your own, And God guard all, —China Mail.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.