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William Wordsworth CCXIV. When I have borne in memory what has tamedW
Great nations; how ennobling thoughts depart
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student’s bower for gold,—some fears unnamed
I had, my Country!—am I to be blamed?
But when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily, in the bottom of my heart
Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed.
For dearly must we prize thee, we who find
In thee a bulwark of the cause of men;
And I by my affection was beguiled:
What wonder if a Poet now and then,
Among the many movements of his mind,
Felt for thee as a lover or a child!