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Show 1 KSJ ' PATRIOTISM. By SIR WALTER SCOTT. Breathes there a man with soul bo dead, Why never to himself hath said, This Is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell. High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those? titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentrated all In self. Living. Bhall forfeit fair renown. And, doubly dying shall go down To thio vile dust from whence ho sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung. nn |