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Japan is not a land where men need pray,
For 'tis itself divine:—
Yet do I lift my voice in prayer and say:
«May ev'ry joy be thine!

And may I too, if thou those joys attain,
Live on to see thee blest!»
Such the fond prayer, that, like the restless main,
Will rise within my breast.
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