“One's native land!―there should one live! there die!”
“I am one of them, said Magenta. "Their poison went deep into my body. Sometimes I feel so contaminated, I feel I am not born to this world.”
“There is no substitute to living in one's native land, struggling and winning with one's own people.”
“In alien lands I keep the bodyOf ancient native rites and things:I gladly free a little birdieAt celebration of the spring.I'm now free for consolation,And thankful to almighty Lord:At least, to one of his creationsI've given freedom in this world!”
“Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.”