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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 burned,
as home his footsteps he hath turned,
from wandering on a foreign strand!
--Walter Scott (1771-1832 ) in "The Lay of the Last Minstrel" (1805)
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