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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Energy.
Indomitable merit
Of the Anglo-Saxon mind!
That makes a man inherit
The glories of his kind,
That scatters all around him
Until he stands sublime
With nothing to confound him
The conqueror of Time,—
O mighty Perseverance!
O Courage, stern and stout!
That wills and works a clearance
Of every rabble rout,—
That cannot brook denial
And scarce allows delay,
But wins from every trial
More strength for every day,—
Antagonistic Power!
I praise,—for praise I can,—
The God, the place, the hour
That makes a man a Man,—
The God—from whom all greatness,
The place, Old England's shore,
The hour, an hour of lateness
(For Time shall soon be o'er)
The Man,—aye, every brother
Of Anglo-Saxon race
Who owns an English mother
And Freedom's dwelling-place!
Of the Anglo-Saxon mind!
That makes a man inherit
The glories of his kind,
That scatters all around him
Until he stands sublime
With nothing to confound him
The conqueror of Time,—
O mighty Perseverance!
O Courage, stern and stout!
That wills and works a clearance
Of every rabble rout,—
That cannot brook denial
And scarce allows delay,
But wins from every trial
More strength for every day,—
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I praise,—for praise I can,—
The God, the place, the hour
That makes a man a Man,—
The God—from whom all greatness,
The place, Old England's shore,
The hour, an hour of lateness
(For Time shall soon be o'er)
The Man,—aye, every brother
Of Anglo-Saxon race
Who owns an English mother
And Freedom's dwelling-place!
I feel, I feel within me
That courage self-possess'd,—
The force, that yet shall win me
The brightest and the best,—
The stalwarth English daring
That steadily steps on,
Unswerving and unsparing,
Until the world is won,—
The boldness and the quiet
That calmly go ahead,
In spite of wrath and riot,
In spite of quick and dead,—
Hot Energy to spur me,
Keen Enterprise to guide,
And Conscience to upstir me,
And Duty by my side,
And Hope before me singing
Assurance of success,
And rapid Action springing
At once to nothing less,
And all the mighty movings
That wrestle in my breast,
The longings and the lovings,
The Spirit's glad unrest,
That scorns excuse to tender
Or Fortune's favour ask,
And never will surrender
Whatever be the task!
That courage self-possess'd,—
The force, that yet shall win me
The brightest and the best,—
The stalwarth English daring
That steadily steps on,
Unswerving and unsparing,
Until the world is won,—
The boldness and the quiet
That calmly go ahead,
In spite of wrath and riot,
In spite of quick and dead,—
Hot Energy to spur me,
Keen Enterprise to guide,
And Conscience to upstir me,
And Duty by my side,
And Hope before me singing
Assurance of success,
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At once to nothing less,
And all the mighty movings
That wrestle in my breast,
The longings and the lovings,
The Spirit's glad unrest,
That scorns excuse to tender
Or Fortune's favour ask,
And never will surrender
Whatever be the task!
I cannot wait for chances,
For luck I will not look;
In faith my spirit glances
At Providence, God's book;
And there discerning truly
That right is might at length,
I dare go forward duly
In quietness and strength,
Unflinching and unfearing,
The flatterer of none,
And in good courage wearing
The honours I have won!
Let circumstance oppose me,
I beat it to my will;
And if the flood o'erflows me,
I dive and stem it still;
No hindering dull Material
Shall conquer or control
My energies ethereal
My gladiator Soul!
I will contrive occasion,
Not tamely bide my time;
No Capture, but Creation
Shall make my sport sublime;
Let lower spirits linger
For hint and beck and nod,
I always see the finger
Of an onward-urging God!
For luck I will not look;
In faith my spirit glances
At Providence, God's book;
And there discerning truly
That right is might at length,
I dare go forward duly
In quietness and strength,
Unflinching and unfearing,
The flatterer of none,
And in good courage wearing
The honours I have won!
Let circumstance oppose me,
I beat it to my will;
And if the flood o'erflows me,
I dive and stem it still;
No hindering dull Material
Shall conquer or control
My energies ethereal
My gladiator Soul!
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Not tamely bide my time;
No Capture, but Creation
Shall make my sport sublime;
Let lower spirits linger
For hint and beck and nod,
I always see the finger
Of an onward-urging God!
Not selfish, not hard-hearted,
Not vain, nor deaf, nor blind,
From wisdom not departed,
But in humbleness of mind,
Still shall mine independence
Stand manfully alone,
Nor dance a dull attendance
At any mortal throne;
Disciple of no teacher
Except the One in Heaven,
And yielding to no creature
The Reason He hath given!
O thus, while contemplation
In faith beholds above
My glorious hope, Salvation,
Eternity of Love,
And while a Saxon spirit
Is bubbling from my heart
To strengthen and upstir it
To play a giant's part,
No hindrance, nor misfortune,
No man's neglect, nor ill,
Shall bend me to importune
One weak indulgence still,
But with my God to nerve me
My soul shall overwhelm
All circumstance to serve me
In my Spiritual Realm!
Not vain, nor deaf, nor blind,
From wisdom not departed,
But in humbleness of mind,
Still shall mine independence
Stand manfully alone,
Nor dance a dull attendance
At any mortal throne;
Disciple of no teacher
Except the One in Heaven,
And yielding to no creature
The Reason He hath given!
O thus, while contemplation
In faith beholds above
My glorious hope, Salvation,
Eternity of Love,
And while a Saxon spirit
Is bubbling from my heart
To strengthen and upstir it
To play a giant's part,
No hindrance, nor misfortune,
No man's neglect, nor ill,
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One weak indulgence still,
But with my God to nerve me
My soul shall overwhelm
All circumstance to serve me
In my Spiritual Realm!
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