God bless our native land
<span>Firm may she ever stand </span>
<span>Through storm and night </span>
<span>When the wild tempests rave </span>
<span>Ruler of wind and wave </span>
<span>Do Thou our country save </span>
<span>By Thy great might </span>
<span>For her our prayers shall rise </span>
<span>To God above the skies </span>
<span>On Him we wait </span>
<span>Thou who art ever night </span>
<span>Guarding with watchful eye </span>
<span>To Thee aloud we cry </span>
<span>God save the State </span>
<span>Not on this land alone, </span>
<span>but be God's mercies known </span>
<span>from shore to shore: </span>
<span>Lord, make the nations see </span>
<span>that men should brothers be, </span>
<span>and form one family </span>
<span>the wide world o'er. </span>
<span>2) Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, </span>
<span>Who never to himself hath said, </span>
<span>This is my own, my native land! </span>
<span>Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, </span>
<span>As home his footsteps he hath turn'd </span>
<span>From wandering on a foreign strand! </span>
<span>If such there breathe, go, mark him well; </span>
<span>For him no Minstrel raptures swell; </span>
<span>High though his titles, proud his name, </span>
<span>Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; </span>
<span>Despite those titles, power, and pelf, </span>
<span>The wretch, concentred all in self, </span>
<span>Living, shall forfeit fair renown, </span>
<span>And, doubly dying, shall go down </span>
<span>To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, </span>
<span>Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. </span>
<span>3)My country! In thy days of glory past </span>
<span>A beauteous halo circled round thy brow </span>
<span>and worshipped as a deity thou wast— </span>
<span>Where is thy glory, where the reverence now? </span>
<span>Thy eagle pinion is chained down at last, </span>
<span>And grovelling in the lowly dust art thou, </span>
<span>Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee </span>
<span>Save the sad story of thy misery! </span>
<span>Well—let me dive into the depths of time </span>
<span>And bring from out the ages, that have rolled </span>
<span>A few small fragments of these wrecks sublime </span>
<span>Which human eye may never more behold </span>
<span>And let the guerdon of my labour be, </span>
<span>My fallen country! One kind wish for thee!</span>
A loving mother prepares a beautiful wedding box as a gift forher daughter, Hsiang-ling. The daughter gives it away to a poorwoman. Years later Hsiang-ling loses her home and her family in agreat flood. She finds a job working for the poor woman, who is nowrich because of the wedding box. When Hsiang-ling’s identity isdiscovered, the woman finds her lost family for her and they all live<span>happily.</span>
1.lives
2/visited
3/do you go
4/speaks
5/are wearing
6/they did not see
7/do you know
8.arrived
9enjoys
10/i don't like
1. have you been doing
2. I have been studying
3. have you worked
4. I have just sit
5. haven't gone
6. I have been working
7. I have been painting
8. have also been planning
9. we have looked
10. I have been thinking