Though I Love My Country, I Do

Let Joy Be Unconfined.

Man Is Born Passionate Of Body, But With An Innate Though Secret Tendency To The Love Of Good In His Main-spring Of Mind. But God Help Us All! It Is At Present A Sad Jar Of Atoms.

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.

But Stories Somehow Lengthen When Begun.

Nor All That Heralds Rake From Coffin'd Clay, Nor Florid Prose, Nor Honied Lies Of Rhyme, Can Blazon Evil Deeds, Or Consecrate A Crime.