Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems

O Spirits made perfect! How dear will ye be,
In the bright happy world, where affections are free!
Unfetter'd from all the heart-slavery here,
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Guernsey! to me and in my partial eyes
Thou art a holy and enchanted isle,
Where I would linger long, and muse the while
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Woe to us! - even the mallows, when blighted they die in the garden,
Even the pale-leav'd parsleys, and green anet crowding the meadow,
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Lover of goodness, and friend to the beautiful,
Ever go forth with a smile on thy cheek,
Knowing that God will prosper the dutiful,
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England, farewell! - not lightly, nor gladly,
Now, at the last, do I bid thee farewell!
Hope may be smiling, but Memory sadly
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They tell of horrors on another shore,
Injustice, thraldom, chains and goads and whips,
And human-nature smothered to the lips
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O ladies, lords, and gentlemen,
Attend to what I say,
For well I wot you'll like it when
You listen to my lay;
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My little learning fadeth fast away,
And all the host of words and forms and rules
Bred in my teeming youth of books and schools
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I am not old -- I cannot be old,
Though threescore years and ten
Have wasted away, like a tale that is told,
The lives of other men:
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Behold, how glorious in his regal spoil
Marcellus comes, a victor more than human!
He, mighty warrior, shall the Roman weal
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