Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems

I.
Man's cruel baseness to his beast!
-Poor uncomplaining brute,
Its wrongs are innocent at least,
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I.
Man's inhumanity to Man!
Oh hideous tale to tell,-
What cheek unblanch'd can calmly scan
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Unworldly child of feeling,
With kindled eye and kindly heart
Incautiously revealing
How loving and how true thou art,--
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When the star of good fortune is rising,
And seems to the zenith to soar,
How tenderly friends will be prizing
The beauties forgotten before;
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I.
How glorious is thy calling,
My happy Fatherland,
While all the thrones are falling
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Many a day have I wiled away
Upon hopeful Farley Heath,
In its antique soil digging for spoil
Of possible treasure beneath;
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The flying years! the flying years!
How rapidly they wing away,-
With all their covey'd hopes and fears,
A mingled flock of grave and gay
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I.
Indomitable merit
Of the stout old-English mind!
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Behold a miracle! When Mercy found
That still in vain across the waters wide
Famine and Plenty to each other cried,
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Praise ye the Lord for His bountiful favour,-
O let the people be glad and rejoice!
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