Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Mother Night

To Mata Hari


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?

SIR WALTER SCOTT


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