The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is read more

The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone!

Is it an offence, is it a mistake, is it a crime to take a
hopeful view of the read more

Is it an offence, is it a mistake, is it a crime to take a
hopeful view of the prospects of your own country? Why should it
be? Why should patriotism and pessimism be identical? Hope is
the mainspring of patriotism.

Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.

Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.

That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or read more

That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow
warmer among the runs of Iona.

I die content, I die for the liberty of my country.
[Fr., Je meurs content, je meurs pour la read more

I die content, I die for the liberty of my country.
[Fr., Je meurs content, je meurs pour la liberte de mon pays.]

I realize that patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred
toward any one.

I realize that patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred
toward any one.

We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their read more

We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their safety, must not change
Their ploughshares into swords, and force them from
The secure shade of their own vines, to be
Scorched with the flames of war.

From distant climes, o'er wide-spread seas we come,
Though not with much eclat or beat of drum;
read more

From distant climes, o'er wide-spread seas we come,
Though not with much eclat or beat of drum;
True patriots all; for be it understood
We left our country for our country's good.
No private views disgraced our generous zeal,
What urged our travels was our country's weal.

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Ole times dar am not forgotten,
Look-a-way! Look-a-way! read more

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Ole times dar am not forgotten,
Look-a-way! Look-a-way! Look-a-way, Dixie Land!
. . . .
Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
To lib and die in Dixie.