 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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Duty.
Duty! shorn of which the wisest
And the best were little worth,
How with dignity thou risest
O'er the littleness of earth;
How thou blessest each condition
Shedding peace and glory round,
Even binding hot Ambition
In thy service to be found!
And the best were little worth,
How with dignity thou risest
O'er the littleness of earth;
How thou blessest each condition
Shedding peace and glory round,
Even binding hot Ambition
In thy service to be found!
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Duty,—though the lot be lowly,
God's broad-arrow thou art seen
Marking very trifles holy,
And exalting what were mean;
In this thought the poor may revel
That obeying Duty's word,
Humblest want is on a level
With my lady or my lord.
God's broad-arrow thou art seen
Marking very trifles holy,
And exalting what were mean;
In this thought the poor may revel
That obeying Duty's word,
Humblest want is on a level
With my lady or my lord.
Duty,—seen in lofty station
As the brightest jewel there,
Providence doth bless the nation
Where thy badge its rulers bear;
England! God regards with favour
Both thy Queen and People too,
For that Duty's precious savour
Still is found in all they do.
As the brightest jewel there,
Providence doth bless the nation
Where thy badge its rulers bear;
England! God regards with favour
Both thy Queen and People too,
For that Duty's precious savour
Still is found in all they do.
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |