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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England's Welcome to the World.
A Ballad for 1851.
A Voice of happy greeting to the Nations of the World!
A Flag of peace for every shore, on every sea, unfurl'd!
A Word of brotherhood and love to each who hears the call,—
A Welcome to the World of Men, a Welcome, one and all!
A Flag of peace for every shore, on every sea, unfurl'd!
A Word of brotherhood and love to each who hears the call,—
A Welcome to the World of Men, a Welcome, one and all!
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O children of a common stock, O brothers all around,
In kindliness and sympathy receive the joyful sound;
Old England bids you welcome all, and wins you to her shore,
To see how men of every clime may help each other more.
In kindliness and sympathy receive the joyful sound;
Old England bids you welcome all, and wins you to her shore,
To see how men of every clime may help each other more.
Old England greets you lovingly, as friend should greet a friend,
And only prays that peaceful days may never have an end;
And only hopes, by doing good, the good of all to gain,
And so Goodwill from brethren still, right gladly to attain!
And only prays that peaceful days may never have an end;
And only hopes, by doing good, the good of all to gain,
And so Goodwill from brethren still, right gladly to attain!
Come on then to this Tournament, of Peace, and skilful Art,
Come on, fair Europe's chivalry, and play the Bayard's part!
For honour, Austria, spur away! for honour, gentle France!
For honour, Russ, and Swede, and Turk,—come on with levell'd lance!
Come on, fair Europe's chivalry, and play the Bayard's part!
For honour, Austria, spur away! for honour, gentle France!
For honour, Russ, and Swede, and Turk,—come on with levell'd lance!
Come on amain, high-hearted Spain! industrious Holland, come!
Italy, Persia, Greece, and Ind,—fill up the Nations' sum!
And chiefly with us, heart to heart, come on, and tilt for fame,
Columbia,—thou that England art in everything but name!
Italy, Persia, Greece, and Ind,—fill up the Nations' sum!
And chiefly with us, heart to heart, come on, and tilt for fame,
Columbia,—thou that England art in everything but name!
Not, as long since, for deeds of death,—but deeds to gladden life;
Provoking each for others' good to join the generous strife!
As in those games at Pytho, or in old Nemæa's grove,
Where Græcia's best and worthiest for honour only strove.
Provoking each for others' good to join the generous strife!
As in those games at Pytho, or in old Nemæa's grove,
Where Græcia's best and worthiest for honour only strove.
Come, wrestle thus in peace with us, and vie for glory's prize,
Bring out your wares of rarest work, and wealthiest merchandise;
Let every Craft of every clime produce its brilliant best,
The dazzling zone of Venus, and Minerva's starry crest!
Bring out your wares of rarest work, and wealthiest merchandise;
Let every Craft of every clime produce its brilliant best,
The dazzling zone of Venus, and Minerva's starry crest!
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Let Science add the miracles that human reason works
When tracking out the Mind of God that in all Nature lurks,—
The Wonderful, that He hath made Beneficent to man,
And gives us wit to fathom it, and use it as we can!
When tracking out the Mind of God that in all Nature lurks,—
The Wonderful, that He hath made Beneficent to man,
And gives us wit to fathom it, and use it as we can!
O there are secrets choice and strange, that men have not found out,
Though up and down the earth we range, and forage round about,
The hidden things of Mercy's heart, the Beautiful-Sublime,
That God hath meant to cheer us on adown the stream of Time:
Though up and down the earth we range, and forage round about,
The hidden things of Mercy's heart, the Beautiful-Sublime,
That God hath meant to cheer us on adown the stream of Time:
Adown the stream of Time, until—we reach that happier shore,
Where sin and pain come not again, and grief is grief no more;
For that, O nations, wisely strive to do all good you can,
And, gratefully as unto God, live brotherly with Man!
Where sin and pain come not again, and grief is grief no more;
For that, O nations, wisely strive to do all good you can,
And, gratefully as unto God, live brotherly with Man!
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