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C.N. Douglas, comp.  Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical.  1917.
Country (Love of)
  He who loves not his country can love nothing.
  There’s no glory like his who saves his country.
        They love their land because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why.
  The accent of our native country dwells in the heart and mind, as well as on the tongue.
La Rochefoucauld.    
        Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
        Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e’er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
  I fancy the proper means of increasing the love we bear our native country is to reside some time in a foreign one.
  The infant, on first opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to the hour of his death never to lose sight of it.
        Thou, O my country hast thy foolish ways!
Too apt to purr at every stranger’s praise,
But if the stranger touch thy modes or laws,
Off goes the velvet and out come the claws.
        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 burn’d,
As home his footsteps he hath turn’d,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
            O beautiful and grand,
My own, my native land!
      Of thee I boast:
Great empire of the west,
The dearest and the best,
Made up of all the rest,
      I love thee most.
Abraham Coles.    
  There ought to be a system of manners in every nation which a well-informed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.
        Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o’er our fears,
Are all with thee,—are all with thee!
  Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, I had rather have eleven die nobly for their country, than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
Firm for your country, and become a man
Honour’d and lov’d: It were a noble life,
To be found dead, embracing her.
  Our country! in her intercourse with foreign nations, may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.
Stephen Decatur.    

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