Ballads for the Times (Now first collected,) Geraldine, A Modern Pyramid, Bartenus, A Thousand Lines, and other poems. By Martin F. Tupper. A new Edition, enlarged and revised |
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Venus.
Thou lover of the blaze of Mars,
Come out with me to-night,
For I have found among the stars
A name of nobler light.
Come out with me to-night,
For I have found among the stars
A name of nobler light.
Thy boast is of the unconquer'd Mind,
The strong, the stern, the still;
Mine of the happier Heart, resign'd
To Wisdom's holy will.
The strong, the stern, the still;
Mine of the happier Heart, resign'd
To Wisdom's holy will.
They call my star by beauty's name,
The gentle Queen of Love;
And look! how fair its tender flame
Is flickering above:
The gentle Queen of Love;
And look! how fair its tender flame
Is flickering above:
O star of peace, O torch of hope,
I hail thy precious ray
A diamond on the ebon cope
To shine the dark away.
I hail thy precious ray
A diamond on the ebon cope
To shine the dark away.
Within my heart there is no light
But cometh from above,
I give the first watch of the night
To the sweet planet, Love:
But cometh from above,
I give the first watch of the night
To the sweet planet, Love:
The star of Charity and Truth,
Of cheerful thoughts and sage,
The lamp to guide my steps in youth
And gladden mine old age!
Of cheerful thoughts and sage,
The lamp to guide my steps in youth
And gladden mine old age!
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O brother, yield: thy fiery Mars
For all his mailèd might
Is not so strong among the stars
As mine, the Queen of night:
For all his mailèd might
Is not so strong among the stars
As mine, the Queen of night:
A Queen to shine all nights away,
And make the morn more clear,
Contentment gilding every day,—
—There is no twilight here!
And make the morn more clear,
Contentment gilding every day,—
—There is no twilight here!
Yes; in a trial world like this
Where all that comes—is sent,
Learn how divine a thing it is
To smile and be content!
Where all that comes—is sent,
Learn how divine a thing it is
To smile and be content!
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