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Show 290 TUt: J,!Bt:It'rY DELl,, To do and dare for her dclivcruncc, All that a mother of her son can clairn ! And nobly hast thou suffered in her cause, Unselfishly concerning sordid gain, 1Vith no ambitious purpose to subscrvc, And with heroic fortituJe and pride. J.i'or this, still greater credit and applause : But love of country is not love of man, Is not the noblest attribute of mind, Is limited in feeling and design, Not comprehensive of the human race; As martyr zeal for Pagan Juggernaut Is not tho worship of the living God, Though not without a pious clement Mixed with a low and dark idolatry. Thou art a mere Hungnriau- nothing more ; Intensely selfish for thy native land ; A man of impulse, not of steady powerArdent in feeling, chivalric in aim, But swayed by worldly policy too oft, TO LOUIS l\08SUTII, '!,rusting the end will sanctify the means, The good to be achieved atonement make For any evil winked at_ showing thus, Distrust of God and lack of principle : _ 291 'Vitness thy truckling com-so while on these shores. Thy rhetoric wears an oriental glowJ And in thy myriad speeches much is found To stir the pulse and magnetize tho heart : But wherefore this great deluge of fine talk? It i.s to provo that, by tho Golden Rule, Tho glorious gospel of tho blessed God, The law and bond of human brotherhood, Ill-fated Hungary may rightly claim Our warmest sympathies and active aid, At any sacrifice, at every risk, Which may not be withheld for any cause. But who nrc we, that thou dost thus invoke Our intervention, aml red-hot rebuke Of Austrian usurpation ? Is our soil |