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Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Two babes the mother bore at one rich birth,
Twin hearts that beat to her low notes of love,
Twin souls that leapt to each heroic call,
As generous sword to snatch the Treasure-trove
Of hard-won honour. And our Mother Earth,
Rocking the twain in the deep rise and fall
Of her green bosom, sang proud litanies,
Promised them beauty, conquest, empire, brain and heart.
And woman's faith, and towering pride of race.
Too great to rule together, worlds apart
She set them, in the silver of the seas.
Yet heart calls heart, as erst upon the breast
That bore these glories, sovereign in their place,
The Island Empires of the East and West.
Two babes the mother bore at one rich birth,Twin hearts that beat to her low notes of love,Twin souls that leapt to each heroic call,As generous sword to snatch the Treasure-troveOf hard-won honour. And our Mother Earth,Rocking the twain in the deep rise and fallOf her green bosom, sang proud litanies,Promised them beauty, conquest, empire, brain and heart.And woman's faith, and towering pride of race.Too great to rule together, worlds apartShe set them, in the silver of the seas.Yet heart calls heart, as erst upon the breastThat bore these glories, sovereign in their place,The Island Empires of the East and West.