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POEMS OF PATRIOTISM AND FREEDOM.
BREATHES THERE THE MAN.
FROM "THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL," CANTO VI.
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who 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, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Man, through all ages of revolving time, l'nchanging man, in every varying clime, Deems his own land of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; His home the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
SIR WALTER SCOTT.
HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE.
There is a land, of every land the pride,
age, and love-exalted youth :
THE BRAVE AT HOME.
The maid who binds her warrior's sash
With smile that well her pain dissembles, The while beneath her drooping lash
One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles, Though Heaven alone records the tear,
And Fame shall never know her story, Her heart has shed a drop as dear
As e'er bedewed the field of glory!