Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems

Far-flaming stars, ye sentinels of Space,
Patient and silent ministers around
Your Queen, the moon, who melancholy face
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How saidst thou? - Pleasure: why, my life is pleasure:
My days are pleasantness, my nights are peace:
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In spite of adversity, trouble, and scorn,
And all your philanthropy deems
Wretched and ragged, and vile and forlorn,
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The world can do without us: every one
Hath every other as his waiting heir;
And, though affections be not lacking there,
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Child of God, His son or daughter!
Heed this word, obeying Him;
'Fill the waterpots with water,--
And they fill'd them to the brim:'
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Oh! but it's war to the knife, man!
Selfish and desperate strife, man!
Nothing will serve
But resolute nerve
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Ye Thirty noble Nations
Confederate in One!
That keep your starry stations
Around the Western Sun,-
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Heaven speed you, noble band!
Link'd together, heart and hand,
Sworn to seek that far-off land,
Canterbury Pilgrims,-
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'Valued companion of my expeditions,
Wanderings, and my street perambulations,
What can be more deserving of my praises
Than my umbrella?
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I.
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose to quell the pride of Rome,
This was the spirit of the land
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