WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed...
Great Nations,how ennobling thoughts depart..
When men change swords for ledgers,and desert...
The student's bower for gold,some fears unnamed...
I had,my Country....! am I to be blamed...?
Now,when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily,in the bottom of my heart,
Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed....
For dearly must we prize thee; we who find...
In thee a bulwark for the cause of men...
And I by my affection was beguiled...
What wonder if a Poet now and then,
Among the many movements of his mind,
Felt for thee as a lover or a child....!
Great Nations,how ennobling thoughts depart..
When men change swords for ledgers,and desert...
The student's bower for gold,some fears unnamed...
I had,my Country....! am I to be blamed...?
Now,when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily,in the bottom of my heart,
Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed....
For dearly must we prize thee; we who find...
In thee a bulwark for the cause of men...
And I by my affection was beguiled...
What wonder if a Poet now and then,
Among the many movements of his mind,
Felt for thee as a lover or a child....!
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