Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems

I.
Columbia, child of Britain,- noblest child!
I praise the growing lustre of thy worth,
And fain would see thy great heart reconciled
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Ho! Brother, I'm a Britisher,
A chip of heart of oak,
That wouldn't warp or swerve or stir
From what I thought or spoke,-
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Ye that steer the minds of men,
Pilots of the public will,
By the rudder of the pen
Guiding us to good or ill,-
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She slumbers.- O blessed sleep, rain from thy wings
Thy life-giving balm on her delicate frame;
And send Thou from Eden's ambrosial springs
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Bravo, Detraction! libel worse and worse,--
Blessed is he whom you delight to curse;
Go on, go on,-- you serve my purpose so,--
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Monarch of millions, yet a gentle maid,
O, fair and young,- yet dignified and sage,
Most glorious Queen, yet in thy glory staid,
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Giant aggregate of nations,
Glorious Whole of glorious Parts,
Unto endless generations
Live United, hands and hearts!
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Avaunt -- Exclusions cold and proud!--
Your doom is come, your day is past;
Not even Fashion dares to cast
Contempt upon the common crowd.
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Yet will I trust! in all my fears,
Thy mercy, gracious Lord, appears,
To guide me through this vale of tears,
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Be true, be true! whate'er beside
Of wit, or wealth, or rank be thine,
Unless with simple truth allied,
The gold that glitters in thy mind
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