This is my own, my native land

Sir Walter Scott says there is no man who, upon coming back to his own country, will not say to himself: "This is my own, my native land"!

And if there is such a person alive, then surely he must have a dead soul

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 his burned As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well, For him no Minstrel rapture swell, High through his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and self, The wretched concentrated all in self Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And doubly dying shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung Unwept, unhonoured and unsung By Sir Walter Scott