WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed br    Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart br    When men change swords for ledgers, and desert br The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed br I had, my Country!--am I to be blamed? br    Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, br    Verily, in the bottom of my heart, br Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed.