BREATHES THERE A MAN WITH SOUL SO DEAD

Walter Scott 1771-1832

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,

Who never to himself hath said,

"This is my own, my native land?"

Whose heart hath n’er within him burned

As home his footsteps he hath turned?

If such there be, go mark him well - 

The wretch, concentrated all in self,

- Doubly dying shall go down

To the vile dust from whence he sprung,

Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung.

The above is an extract from "The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805)

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