The Canterbury Pilgrims (A 'God Speed') Poem by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Heaven speed you, noble band!
Link'd together, heart and hand,
Sworn to seek that far-off land,
Canterbury Pilgrims,-
Heaven speed you! brothers brave,
Waft you well by wind and wave;
Heaven shield you! Heaven save!
Canterbury Pilgrims!

Like a queen of swarming bees,
England, hived amid the seas,
Sends you by a favouring breeze,
Canterbury Pilgrims,-
With a mother's tender care,
To her southern sister there,
Her young sister, fresh and fair,
Canterbury Pilgrims!

Fresh the soil, and fair the clime,
Lightly touch'd by toil or time,
Scarcely tinged with are or crime,
Canterbury Pilgrims,-
Go then, cheerfully go forth!
Hasten to replenish earth
With Old England's honest worth,
Canterbury Pilgrims!

Ay - with industry - for gold,
Godliness - for wealth untold,
Go, in Christian duty bold,
Canterbury Pilgrims,-
Glad New Zealand bids you share
Each man plenty, and to spare,-
God be with you then and there,
Canterbury Pilgrims!