Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems

My Laura, my love, I behold in thine eyes
Twin daystars that Mercy has given,
To teach me on earth to be happy and wise
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'Now Muse, you must versify your very best,
To sing how they ransack the East and the West,
To tell how they plunder the North and the South
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Never have regrets, brother,
But for sake of sin;
The treacherous heart within
All too soon forgets, brother,
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Mine own stout heart!
You and I must never part,
But bravely get on together,--
Through calm and strife,
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England's heart! Oh never fear
The sturdy good old stock;
Nothing's false or hollow here,
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Thou hast been just, glad Mother of great Sons-
To such high memories generous and just;
For everywhere the consecrated dust
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God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious
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Raiment of needle-work,-- that is the dress
For the bride of The Lord our righteousness;
Delicate lace on a vesture of gold,
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O true British goodwife, a word in your ear
To help your home-comfort and gladden its cheer,
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Look, like a village queen of May, the stream
Dances her best before the holiday sun,
And still with musical laugh goes tripping on
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