PATRIOTISM.
They love their land, because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why.
Connecticut. F-G. HALLECK.
No factious voice
Called them unto the field of generous fame,
But the pure consecrated love of home;
No deeper feeling sways us, when it wakes
In all its greatness.
The Graves of the Patriots. J.G. PERCIVAL.
The worst of rebels never arm
To do their king and country harm,
But draw their swords to do them good,
As doctors use, by letting blood.
Hudibras. S. BUTLER.
Hail! Independence, hail! Heaven's next best gift,
To that of life and an immortal soul!
Liberty, Pt. V.
J. THOMSON.
The inextinguishable spark, which fires
The soul of patriots.
Leonidas.
R. GLOVER.
I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, than mine own life.
Coriolanus, Act iii. Sc. 3.
SHAKESPEARE.
What pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country!
Cato, Act iv. Sc. 4. J. ADDISON.