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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The Manchester Athenæum.
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The Manchester Athenæum.
A temple of generous health,
To gladden the spirit of youth;
A mine of intelligent wealth,
A treasury teeming with truth,—
Come, help in so happy a work,
Such pleasure and gain to secure,
Gain, where little evil can lurk,
And pleasure can only be pure!
To gladden the spirit of youth;
A mine of intelligent wealth,
A treasury teeming with truth,—
Come, help in so happy a work,
Such pleasure and gain to secure,
Gain, where little evil can lurk,
And pleasure can only be pure!
How wise it must be and how blest,
After the toils of the day,
That body and mind be at rest,
Whiling their sorrows away;
Consider how grateful a thing
Such rational solace to find,
And Ignorance gladly to bring
To feast upon food for the Mind!
After the toils of the day,
That body and mind be at rest,
Whiling their sorrows away;
Consider how grateful a thing
Such rational solace to find,
And Ignorance gladly to bring
To feast upon food for the Mind!
Remember, how wise for the young
So purely their evenings to spend
The poets and sages among,
With every good book for a friend!
Remember, how well for the old
To rub the dull heart from its rust,
That earthly pollutions and gold
Drag it not down to the dust!
So purely their evenings to spend
The poets and sages among,
With every good book for a friend!
Remember, how well for the old
To rub the dull heart from its rust,
That earthly pollutions and gold
Drag it not down to the dust!
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Then freely and frankly make haste
To help, where your help is so worth;
And let not this temple of taste,
So full of the treasures of earth,
Through negligence go to decay;
But rather in truth and in deed,
May Manchester glory to-day,
That Britain has bid her God-speed!
To help, where your help is so worth;
And let not this temple of taste,
So full of the treasures of earth,
Through negligence go to decay;
But rather in truth and in deed,
May Manchester glory to-day,
That Britain has bid her God-speed!
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