Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems

'You bid me write the story of my life,
And draw what secrets in my memory dwell
From the dried fountains of her failing well,
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That there were giants in the olden time
These stones cry out; whether before the Flood
(As some have dreamt) in earth's majestic prime,
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All on a happy summer's day
When the air is warm and still,
And thundery clouds are louring grey
Over the landscape green and gay
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Never again,- till earth casts out her dead,
And teeming ocean yields her recued prey,-
A sight so full of hope, delight, and dread,
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I have achieved a tower of fame
More durable than gold,
And loftier than the royal frame
Of Pyramids of old,-
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Now I have done my work! - which not Jove's ire
Can make undone, nor sword, nor time, nor fire.
Whene'er that day, whose only powers extend
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World! what a wonder is this,
Grandly and simply sublime,--
All the Atlantic abyss
Leapt in a nothing of time!
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'Bring forth the best robe!' Was it truly I heard?
And is it for me, too -- the best for the worst?
O merciful Father! O wonderful word!
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Well has the world been named the World,--
From its whirlpool heart of worrying things
On circling tides incessantly curl'd
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Haste! the poor old Earth is dying,--
Do God service while you can;
Haste! too hurriedly is flying
All this halcyon chance of man;
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