WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed <br /> Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart <br /> When men change swords for ledgers, and desert <br />The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed <br />I had, my Country!--am I to be blamed? <br /> Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, <br /> Verily, in the bottom of my heart, <br />Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. <br />For dearly must we prize thee; we who find <br /> In thee a bulwark for the cause of men; <br /> And I by my affection was beguiled: <br /> What wonder if a Poet now and then, <br />Among the many movements of his mind, <br /> Felt for thee as a lover or a child!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/england-v/
