Note 239:A — Chapter VII
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"The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone, Boldly proclaims the happiest spot his own, Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long night of revelry and ease. The naked savage, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands, and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Nor less the patriot's boast, where'er he roam, His first, best country, ever is at home."
—Goldsmith, The Traveller.