Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems

First, honour thou the immortal gods, as a law of thy being:
Next, religiously keep thine oath, and reverence heroes:
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Luck, boys, luck! - a nugget of gold
Big as my fist in the blest black mould!
Luck! - a gallon of bright yellow grains
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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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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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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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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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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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Who shall guess what I may be?
Who can tell my fortune to me?
For, bravest and brightest that ever was sung,
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