 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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The New Order.
Enough, enough of honours pour'd profusely on the Great;
Enough of stars and titles for the menials of the State;
A better brighter honour now must English heralds find,
An Order for the holy heart and for the mighty mind!
Enough of stars and titles for the menials of the State;
A better brighter honour now must English heralds find,
An Order for the holy heart and for the mighty mind!
Our worthies lack a kindly smile for social good well-done,
A smile from Britain's gracious Queen on each best British son,—
Appreciation's blessed badge, so precious in their eyes,
Sufficing patient merit with its spiritual prize.
A smile from Britain's gracious Queen on each best British son,—
Appreciation's blessed badge, so precious in their eyes,
Sufficing patient merit with its spiritual prize.
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Our worthies,—what a brilliant band! not even friendly France
To make her Legion of the Good had such a noble chance;
Our worthies,—need we name their names,—who live in lip and pen,
Who live upon the nation's heart, and in the mouths of men?
To make her Legion of the Good had such a noble chance;
Our worthies,—need we name their names,—who live in lip and pen,
Who live upon the nation's heart, and in the mouths of men?
O Queen, who also livest there, regard them in thy love!
Reward them as the type of Him who reigneth from above,—
Let honour issuing from the throne on excellence descend,
And make true worth in every rank thy helper and thy friend!
Reward them as the type of Him who reigneth from above,—
Let honour issuing from the throne on excellence descend,
And make true worth in every rank thy helper and thy friend!
Look up and down the land, O Queen!—there is no lack of good
So that thou seek it not in men of place-and-party brood;
Look up and down the land and search for goodness everywhere,
And where thou findest honest merit,—give thine honours there!
So that thou seek it not in men of place-and-party brood;
Look up and down the land and search for goodness everywhere,
And where thou findest honest merit,—give thine honours there!
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Shed forth encouragement for good, and comfort sterling worth
In manhood, and in womanhood, in all the salt of earth,—
In those who for themselves have earn'd a right to honour's place,
Nor only owe to nobler sires the titles some disgrace.
In manhood, and in womanhood, in all the salt of earth,—
In those who for themselves have earn'd a right to honour's place,
Nor only owe to nobler sires the titles some disgrace.
Open the ranks; let in the best, the worthiest of the land,
Who, though unhackney'd in debate, are pure in heart and hand!
Open the ranks! no longer let an oligarchy rule,—
Lest under their disloyal sway the Nation's love grow cool!
Who, though unhackney'd in debate, are pure in heart and hand!
Open the ranks! no longer let an oligarchy rule,—
Lest under their disloyal sway the Nation's love grow cool!
Open the ranks! the People, thy true People, gracious Queen!
Are ever ranged on Order's side, and found in Duty's scene;
Let Honour then on such from Thee in copious torrent flow,
And God will bless Thee from above, as Man shall bless below!
Are ever ranged on Order's side, and found in Duty's scene;
Let Honour then on such from Thee in copious torrent flow,
And God will bless Thee from above, as Man shall bless below!
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |