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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!
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