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COUNTRY - PATRIOTISM.
7. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign,
More joy it gives to woman's breast,
8. Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers
9. There's danger in the dazzling eye, That woos thee with its witching smile; Another, when thou art not by,
Those beaming looks would fain beguile.
10. But why, O, why on all thus squander
1. A great man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.
2. But where to find the happiest spot below,
3. Whither where equinoctial fervours glow, Or winter wraps the polar land in snow.
C. F. HOFFMAN.
COUNTRY - PATRIOTISM.
4. Gay sprightly land of mirth and social joy! GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.
5. The wandering mariner, whose eye explores
6. Then said the mother to her son,
7. Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
SCOTT's Last Minstrel. 8. Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free, First flower of the earth, and first of the sea, gem I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But oh! could I love thee more deeply than now?
9. Carolina, Carolina! Heaven's blessings attend her! While we live we will cherish, and love, and defend her. Tho' the scorner may sneer at, and witlings defame her, Our hearts swell with gladness whenever we name her! JUDGE GASTON. 10. Let Spain boast the treasures that grow in her mines; Let Gallia rejoice in her olives and vines; In bright sparkling jewels let India prevail, With her odours Arabia perfume every gale: 'Tis Columbia alone that can boast of the soil Where the fair fruits of virtue and liberty smile.
11. Our bosoms with rapture beat high at thy name,
Thy health is our transport-our triumph thy fame;
12. On, on to the just and glorious strife,
With your swords your freedom shielding;
13. Sweet clime of my kindred, blest land of my birth!
14. Oh heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
15. Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And freedom shriek'd, as Kosciusko fell!
CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope.
They never fail who die
In a great cause: the block may
But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years
The world at last to freedom.
BYRON'S Marino Faliero.
17. Snatch from the ashes of your sires
18. The Niobe of Nations! there she stands,
BYRON'S Childe Harold.
-While the tree
Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf,
BYRON'S Childe Harold. 20. Yes, honour decks the turf that wraps their clay. BYRON'S Childe Harold.
21. Who, all unbrib'd, on freedom's ramparts stand, Faithful and true, bright wardens of the land.
22. England! with all thy faults, I love thee still.
24. And they who for their country die,
23. When a patriot falls, must he fall in the battle,
Where the cannon's loud roar is his only death-rattle ?
Who are prowling around them, and aiming their blows.
J. R. DRAKE.
25. They love their land because it is their own,
26. Strike-till the last arm'd foe expires;
COURAGE. (See BRAVERY.)
J. T. WATSON.
1, Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried,
To lose good days, that might be better spent,