The Chambered Nautilus.

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His home! the Western giant smiles,

And twirls the spotty globe to find it;

This little speck, the British Isles?

'T is but a freckle,—never mind it.

A Good Time going.

But Memory blushes at the sneer,

And Honor turns with frown defiant,

And Freedom, leaning on her spear,