The time approaches to mark England's English day,

And bring to mind memories that somehow find their way.

We are not a perfect people, equal to many, better than most,

How else to explain the alien host that heads for our island coast?

An American poet of other days knew this when she wrote

Words that robustly resonate, still surely worthy of note...

 "I have loved England, and still as a stranger,

Here is my home and I still am alone,

Now in her hour of trial and danger,

Only the English are really her own".

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