Diary

Erick the poem you started with

was a testament to the human spirit and its yearning for freedom. I am sure a lot of readers are familiar with this also. One of the few things I remember from 8th grade English a long time ago.

Sir Walter Scott. 1771–1832
Patriotism
Innominatus

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 burn’d
As home his footsteps he hath turn’d
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, unhonour’d, and unsung.