Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.
He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
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Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
