Chapter 49 THE MOTHERLAND

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?

But when I think of thee, and what thou art,

Verily, in the bottom of my heart,

Of those unfilial fears I a