If you’ve ever watched the movie, Scrooged, with Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell, you may recall the last several verses of this poem. Appropriately, Andie recited the lines from this Scottish poem to Bill Murray on one of several occasions when he was being an asshole.
Do not read anything into my purpose for posting this literary gem, other than to bring some sophistication to my otherwise droll writing.
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! If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung.
Feeling this, just watched Modern Times. Smile, though your heart is breaking
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhfoVLz4suY