The world had cast him out,--his country re-
fused him food,--he thought his last birthday was at hand;
but he was that his honour, all that he could
now call his own, should remain unsullied.
fused him food,--he thought his last birthday was at hand;
but he was that his honour, all that he could
now call his own, should remain unsullied.
Fichte - Nature of the Scholar