Bind up your bleeding wounds. <br /> It is not your fault, but ours, <br /> That blows have fallen to cause you shame. <br /> There is no land better than you. <br /> Your idealism still holds hope for us. <br /> Your wounds will heal. <br /> We, your people will learn. <br /> <br /> Hold your head high, oh Land of Lands <br /> You are the land of the brave. <br /> Your scars will make your freedom bells more mellow <br /> And to ring louder and clearer for all. <br /> Oh, Land of lands, we, your people love you.<br /><br />Alice Lorraine Hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-land-of-lands/
