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The Good Migrant

To what country and people do I owe most?

To that which I have never seen, with which I have no connection but that it is the home of some of my relatives?

Or to that in which and among whom I was born, have grown up, where I have learned all that I know, to which I owe all the happiness that I have experienced?

Shall I in return for this look upon it as a foreign land to be deserted at the first convenient opportunity?


It is my native land. I have contracted from it a heavy debt and will ever be to me a prominent object in some measure to repay that debt.