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Hurrah for the Geminii!
Blessed be the Star!
That shone on the stream of the blue Calabar
When the Hills of the East and the woods of the West
Bore light for their banner and flame for their crest
As the wind its glad tidings exultingly blew,
That if Rome had one monarch, our Angria has two!

Sons of an imperial line!
Welcome to your land and home.
Not in daylight's dark decline,
Princes! is your advent come,
Not as the orb of Nations fades
Not as the deepening evening shades

Gather in starless gloom,

But at morning's primal flush
Angria's bright, uprising day
When her hills have caught the blush
Of earliest, fairest ray
And the path of the untravelled skies
Before, in crystal clearness lies
A wide, a trackless way.

When her gilded woods are bending
To the morning's wind of might.
When her mountain floods descending
Catch the sunbeam, dazzling bright,
Flash the golden lustre given
Backwards to the breaking heaven
In richer rays of light.

Princes! then to life you woke,
Then your father clasped his own,
Then the shout of welcome broke,
Harp was swept, and bugle blown,
Then the deep Atlantic rung
As its flashing waters sprung
To thunder back that tone.

Angria's glad and bracing breeze
With your earliest breath you drew,
All her mightiest energies
Round and o'er your cradle blew.
Drink them children of a King!
Up to noble beauty Spring
In heaven's fair light and dew.

With your God-like father's form,
Catch his spirit, catch his might.
Then, albeit the battle-storm
Gather round us black as night,
Still its blasts we may defy,
Still our flag aloft shall fly,
Still shall Angria's burning sky
Smile its living light.
Conqueror, Ruler, shall she be,
Sovereign Queen by land and sea,
Her watchword shall be " Victory,"
Her Glory, ever bright!

Hurrah for the Geminii! Blessed be the star!
That shone on the streams of the blue Calabar,
When the hills of the East and the woods of the West
Bore light for their banner, and flame for their crest,
As the wind its glad tidings exultingly blew,
That if Rome had one Monarch! our Angria has two!
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