Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems

I.
Hope is the Sailor
On every sea,-
Never a failer
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A Thyrsus grove it seem'd, of standing spears
Wildly festoon'd with gadding wreaths of green;
Yet, not as if old Bacchus and his peers
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Wisely for us within night's sable veil
God hides the future; and, if men turn pale
For dread distrusting, laughs their fear to scorn.
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I.
By the waste of toil and treasure
For so slender gains,--
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Thou fair enchantress of my willing heart,
Who charmest it to deep and dreamy slumber,
Gilding mine evening clouds of reverie,-
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LIBERTY
Liberty! - Who shall be free?-
The winds of the air, and the waves of the sea,
And the beast in his lair, and the bird on its tree,
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No man can die, till all his work is done:
But who shall say, what work he had to do?-
With some, the journey was but just begun,
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Baffled and blind as bats in the day,
But cheered and guided well on the way,
Morning by morning and year after year
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What a gloom and what a chill
Hang about old haunts of ours,--
Where, at childhood's wayward will,
Long ago we gathered flowers;
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It is not Time,-- I joy to see
My children growing up;
It is not Sin,-- remorse for me
Holds out no bitter cup;
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