Il ■^ THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES THREE HUNDRED SONNETS. BY MARTIN F. TUPPER, D.C.L., F.R.S., Author of " Proverbial Philofophy," i^c. londo:n': Arthur Hall, Virtue, and Co., 25, Paternojler Row. 1 860. LONDON ; PRINTED BV JAMKS 3. VIRTUE, CITY KOAD. "T5tK. CONTENTS. Page Thought- Cry ftals i Edinburgh 2 5"/. David's Head 3 Our Day 4 Tintern Alley 5 Change-cheerfulnefs 6 Stone-henge 7 Faticiniuni : 1854 8 Britannia Hajiata: i860 9 Balfour in Orkney 10 Heart-Youthfulnefs 11 The Mount, Aherganny 12 Skyrrid Vawr 13 Amies 14 The Brecon Beacons 15 Alone 16 CallanifJi, in Lewis 17 AM 18 Life 19 Enoch 20 Page The Kaleidofcope 21 Zoroqjter 22 The Cathedral Mind 23 Alraham 24 Apology 25 Semiramis 26 The Mother of Kings 27 Jofeph 28 Calumny 29 Mofes 30 JFifdovi 2)^ David 32 Solitude ;^^ Solomon 34 India s Emprefs ^^ Homer ^6 Blindnefs 37 Ifaiah 38 Confolation 39 Solon 40 :;.Oj IV CONTENTS. Page The FerdiSi 41 ^fop 42 Much Reading 43 Sappho 44 Wheat and Chaff. 45 Pythagoras 46 Silence 47 Confucius 48 Education- 49 Pindar 50 Au tar ekes ^ i Arij tides 52 Good and Faithful 53 Mfchylus _54 Referve 55 Herodotus ^6 Letters 57 Hippocrates 58 Toothache 59 Thucydides 60 Society 61 Socrates 62 Socrates to Lyfias 6^ Plato 64 Hear the Church 65 Demojihenes 66 Page Providential Hints 67 Ariftotle 68 True Sejiators 69 Phocion 70 New Statefmen 7^ Phidias 72 Winterhalter s Portraits 73 Epicurus 74 The True Epicure 75 Marcellus 76 To a Crimean General 77 Hipparchus 78 The Sun 79 Virgil 80 The Moon 81 Horace 82 The Stars 83 Cornelia 84 Our Kingdom 85 Mary the Virgin 86 Wait 87 Our Brother in Heaven 88 A Reply to Certain 89 St. John 90 Self-Reftraint 91 St. Paul 92 CONTENTS. rage ConfeJJion 93 Zenohia 94 Injluences 95 Colomba 96 -D«^y 97 Bede 98 Phantqfia 99 Charlemagne 100 Imagination loi Haroon Air of chid 102 Moder?i Prognifs 103 Alfred 104 Friends 105 Dante 106 Foes 107 Tell 108 Fraternal Egotifm 1 09 Petrarch no From Petrarch in Columbus 112 The Gold-Disi^inss RaJJ'aelle Difparagement . Bayard Appreciation Luther '3 16 18 My Namefahe Jane Grey , Strange Attributes .. Shakfpeare Peace and Quietmj}.. Cervantes Young-hearted Harvey Pain Evelyn Hop-Picking Milton , Good and Evil Izaak bP7ilto7i Fly-JJhing Ifaac Newton Time's Honour Fenelon The Field, the IForld Czar Peter Impulfe Handel Prmfe and Blame IFe/ley Chrijiian Union Linnccus Page 19 20 21 ;22 23 24 25 .26 ■27 ■28 ^33 '34 ^3S 37 [38 39 [40 [41 [42 t43 [44 VI CONTENTS. Page A Greenhoufe 145 John/on 146 Succefs 147 Galvani 148 Peace and Strife 149 JFaJhington ijo England Approved 151 Howard 152 Emigration 153 Klop/iock 154 To Klopfioclis Spirit 1^5 Nelfon 156 Prejident Taylor 157 Felix Neff 158 An Afpiration 159 Genius Bound 160 Florence Ni£[htingale 161 Worclfwortli 162 RydaVs Bard 163 Peel 164 Gladjionc at Naples 165 Cambridge 166 Samuel Rogers 167 Morfc''s Telegraph 168 Niagara 169 To America 170 Page England's Child 171 Columbia's Future 172 Our Weftern Son 173 Repuljiojis 174 AttraSiions 175 Falfe Patience 176 True Patience 177 Spithead 178 Chobham 179 A Rife 180 The Trophy 181 Army Purchafe 182 Army Cafte 183 Winter 184 Summer 185 Death 186 Life 187 Matter 188 Spirit 189 Worldly 190 Worthy 191 Profe 192 Poetry 193 Malice 194 Cheerfulnefs 195 Riches 196 CONTENTS. Vll Page Poverty 197 Nature 198 Art 199 Aveijion 200 AttraSiion 201 Modern 202 Ancient 203 PraBice 204 Theory 205 Home, wretched 206 Home, happy 207 Mifanthropic 208 Philanthropic 209 Meannefs 210 Liberality 211 Protejling Truth 212 Unholy Alliance 213 White Slavery 214 Emancipated 215 Town 216 Country 217 The Ruffian War... 218 The Caufe 219 Judged 220 Alfred^s Memorial: 1849 ... 221 Alfred's Children 222 Fage Britain and Columbia 223 Afcot : when Hero ivon 224 The Art Treafures : 1857 ... 225 Art- Influences 226 Wafle in Art 227 The Great Exhibition 228 Franknefs 229 The Queens Birthday 230 National Prayers 231 A Royal Bride 232 A Royal Bridegroom 233 Pru/Jia's Heir 234 ViRorias Grandchild 235 Maligned Greatnefs 236 Welcome to Sardinia 237 Welcome to France 238 The Imperial Vifit 239 The Parting Guejts 240 At the Acceffion 241 At the Coronation 242 The Abbey 243 The Young Queen 244 Prophets 245 Mont St. Michel 246 The Same: Normandy 247 A Church Appeal 248 Vlll CONTENTS. P^ge St. Jim's, Alderney 249 A Confecration 250 The Same: Shalford 251 Tarring Church 252 The fame Place and Day ... 253 The Same: long after 254 My Father 2^5 A Birthday Prayer 256 The World 2^7 A Glimpfe of Eden 258 Infant Daughters 259 Ellin. — 1837 ^'^° Afa7-_y.— 1838 261 Margaret. — 1840 262 Martin.— 1^\2 263 William. — 1844 264 Henry. — 1 847 265 The Seventh: Walter 266 Alice - 267 On a Child fall- born 268 A Plea for fuch 269 Horace's Philofophy 270 From the fame Ode. III. 29. 271 To a Premier: 1839 272 Politics in 1839 273 Romi/Ii Prief craft, 1851 274 Page Church- Diuidings 275 The Papal Aggrefjion 276 Toleration 277 On Board the Afia 278 Atlantic Mercies 279 Arrival at New York 280 Return in the Arctic 281 Church Worldlings 282 Good Priefts 283 On a Birth 284 Guerifey 285 The Liberian Church 286 Africa's Self- Blockade 287 Expedience 288 To certain Prelates 289 Our Proteflantifm 290 Trimmers 291 Good Bi/hops 292 Gratitude 293 Authorjhip 294 Thanks 295 To all Friends 296 A Portrait 297 Anonymous Poems 298 Thusfar 299 The LaCt Stone 300 r UPPERS SONNETS. ( I ) THOUGHT- CRYSTALS. Plunged in my brain, fermenting thick and warm, Simmer deep thoughts; and iliape themfelves apace. So foon as Quiet for a httle fpace Gives Life a reft, and lulls its petty ftorm : Then, in fome tranquil folitary place, Whofe ftlence is my mulic, choice and good. They fhoot out cryftallous, in meafured form. Magnetic harmonies : — O Solitude ! O bleffed Silence ! how moft dear to me Are the fweet foothings of your double grace : The calm clear heaven wherein my fpirit foars, Then lures its inmate upward, blythe and free, Like the glad lark that to the fun outpours. Higher and higher, floods of minftrelfy. rUPPERS ( 2 ) EDINBURGH. Thou haft been jufl:, glad Mother of great Sons — To fuch high memories generous and juft ; For everywhere the confecrated duft Of thofe thy world-beloved and glorious ones Hath honour in thy fair palatial ftreets. Grateful Edina ! — for the tourifh greets With fympathetic tendernefs and praife The noble trophies of thy children's fame Thy love hath raifed to them — and yet will raife ; Ramfay, and Wilfon, and each other name Riling fucceffive to the ftarry ranks Of thofe we conftellate with Scott and Burns, After their labours win fuch bleft returns In this Valhalla of a Nation's thanks. SONNETS. ( 3 ) St. DAVID'S HEAD. People thefe wilds : the Sea-King, juft afhore, Is camp'd upon that black and craggy fleep ; And, while his rude bark rocks upon the deep, Glares vulture-like the vid:im-region o'er : And the barbarian tribe is foon aftir. And celts and fwords are gilt with rival gore ; While Druids three, like Mofes, Aaron, and Hur, Befide their cromlech, with bare arms uprear'd. Stand on Carn Llyddi, where the logan ftone And ferpent avenues and circles weird Are red with blood : three thoufand years are gone, And here our happier feet thole tracks explore. Only to hunt for ferns or cryftals now That wave and ditter on St. David's brow. o rUPPERS ( 4 ) . OUR DAY. O, but how great a thing it is, how glad, To live in this our day ! when plain ftrong fenfe. Free knowledge, and Religion's influence. Build up a wall againft the falfe and bad. And give the good both temple and defence : To live, — when ancient enmities intenfe Turn to new brotherhoods, till now unknown ; When fcience and invention blefs the world, Banifhing half our pains and woes far hence ; When time is trebled, diftance neighbour-grown ; When tyranny from every throne is hurl'd ; When Right is Might, and Reafon holds her own : O, happy day ! for prophets priefts and kings Have longed in vain to fee fuch glorious things. SONNETS. • ( 5 ) TINTERN ABBEY. Look on thefe ruins in a fpirit of praife : Not only with the painter's well-pleafed eye, Nor with a poet's glance at times gone by And all his gilded thoughts of olden days ; But, thankfully regard them as a phafe Of juft Emancipation for the Soul; For, as the feudal dungeon and its chain Prifon'd the Body of Man, and would again. Had Englifh freedom left them ftrong and whole,- So held thefe glorious abbeys grim control Over man's Heart and Mind, enllaving both To crafty monk and fuperftitious rite : Therefore, to find them crufh'd be little loth. But note their ruins with a new delight. B 2 r UPPERS ( 6 ) CHANGE-CHEERFULNESS. Who hath not felt it for a ftanding forrow That everything fo periflieth away ? That all the pleafant paflures of To-day Are in the retroipedlion of To-morrow But a burnt fward ? — that nothing in one ftay Continueth ever, but, to chanceful change Hourly fubmitting, crieth aloud to us. Mortals, forget things paft as beft ye may. And make alliance with things new and ftrange Alas for life, that it is ever thus : But why Alas ? why forrow ? Life muft pafs. And paffing, periflieth ; and bleft are they Whofe bright unguilty fpirits, glad and gay. See all things through a rofy-tin(5tured glafs. SONNETS. ( 7 ) STONE-HENGE. That there were giants in the olden time Thefe ftones cry out ; whether before the Flood (As fome have dreamt) in earth's majeftic prime. The fons of Tubal piled up here fublime What ever fince in myftery hath ftood A miracle ; or whether Merlin's rhyme, Or patriarchal Druids, with their brood Of fwarming Celts uprear'd them, — here they ftand In Titan ftrength ftupendous, wonderful. The great primaeval glory of our land : And — who can tell how ftained with innocent blood This Golgotha, this place of many a Ikull, Is peopled now with terrors of the paft, Poor ghofts, that howl on every driving blaft ? rUPPER'S ( 8 ) VATICINIUM: 1854. The Poet and the Prophet are as one To fcan the coming future ; at a glance His mind forecafts what fhortly ihall be done : For, the quick fpirit, running in advance Of creeping Fa6l and halting Circumftance, With God's own mind is tuned in unifon ; And fo to Truth, by more than guefs or chance, Vibrates intuitive : — he fees, he knows What all-evolving Time fhall foon difclofe, — Fierce armies, full of hate and arrogance, Pour'd on fair England by converging ftreams, And, roufed at length (too late for vigilance) Our peaceful people, ftartled from their dreams. Grappling for life with tiger-bands from France! SONNETS. ( 9 ) BRITANNIA HASTATA: i860. In ftern determination now at length Cind:ured with fhining arms, how calmly grand Before the wondering Nations doft thou ftand, Britannia, in thy righteoufnefs and ftrength ! For, not a whit too foon, nor with light caufe, Have the free children of thy happy land Stood forth to guard their liberties and laws, Altar and throne, yea, humbler hearth and home, Againft whatever perils dare to come Between them and their heritage in thee ; Therefore we mufter round thy flag unfurl'd Vowing to keep thee glorious great and free. Unconquerable both by land and fea. The Sanctuary of Freedom for the World ! rUPPERS ( lo ) BALFOUR IN ORKNEY. When to the ftorm-hiftoric Orcades The wanderer comes, he marvels to find there A ftately palace, towering new and fair, Bedded in flowers, though unbanked by trees, A feudal dream uprifen from the feas : And when his wonder afks, — Whofe magic rare Hath wrought this bright creation ? — men reply, Balfour's of Balfour : large in mind and heart. Not only doth his duteous care reclaim All Shapinfay to new fertility. But to his brother men a brother's part Doing, in always doing good, — his fame Is to have raifed an Orcade Arcady, Rich in the gems of Nature as of Art. SONNETS. ( II ) HEART-YOUTHFULNESS. Man's heart, if it but will, can keep its youth Unfoil'd, unfear'd, as if it were iixteen. As full of impulfe, and as frefh and green And loveable of beauty joy and truth And all things good as it hath ever been ! Who fays that fifty, or five hundred years Muft make the heart feel old ? — thofe years alone. Though fet with forrows and full filled with fears. Are powerlefs to congeal the heart within And turn its early foftnefs into ftone, Unlefs to Care and Grief be added — Sin : And, where the Prefent in the Pafl is bold Truly but humbly, having hope to win A glorious Future, — can that heart feel old ? ( I^ ) THE MOUNT, ABERGANNY. They fay, that, — in the hour when Jesus died, And fliLiddering Earth with pity and affright Shook to her centre at the rueful fight. And rocks were rent and craters opened wide, — This craggy fiffure in the Skyrrid's fide Firfi: bared its entrails to the eclipfed light : Tradition's gofiip tongue hath often lied, — But haply here may chronicle a fad: ; For everywhere the legend hath gone forth. Flitting from land to land, of fhivered rocks. Of fhores difrupted, mountain-ridges crack' d, Ifles torn from continents by earthquake-fliocks, — All, before Record welcomed Hifi:ory's birth, Yet fince Tradition kept the rolls of Earth. SONNETS. ( 13 ) SKYRRID VAWR. Therefore, when Britain in her rude young prime (God's Ifrael to come, as time hath fhown,) Trembled in all her hills at Judah's crime, Down toppled in their fympathy fublime [throne, Our crags from many a high-peak'd mountain- And Skyrrid, falling with a thunder-groan, Became this ruin : fo, of ancient time Men have accounted it a holy place ; And Superftition's fly monaftic face Hath doted here for ages : even now Prieflcraft can promife fome fuperior grace For thofe who to St. Michael's fummit toil. And gather thence, as reverently they bow, A coffin-handful of the facred foil. rUPPERS ( 14) AGATES. Quartz-flowers, whether molly ftarred or lined, Tranflucent agates ! by the ebbing fea How often have I Hngered hopefully, Among the beach your bubbling blooms to find : And you are memoried in my tranquil mind With wild Glen-Farg, with Struie's quarried hill, With Ochil-fide, where in each frefh-ploughed field I gathered up a harveft richer flill To my fond thought than all that barley yield : And after, when my lapidary's fkill Has opened to the funfhine of to-day Your chalcedonic beauties, fair and bright. Hitherto fince Time's birth-hour feal'd in night. You feem more precious than I care to fay. SONNETS. ( 15 ) THE BRECON BEACONS. O glorious fea of mountains in a ftorm, Joyouily furging, and careering high With angry crefts flung up againft the fky, And billowy troughs between, that roll enorme For miles of defolate grandeur fcoop'd out deep, — Yet all congeal'd and magically aileep. As on a fudden ftopp'd to this fixt form By * Peace, be ftill ! ' — Well may the filmed eye Of Ignorance here behold in cloudy robe The mythologic Arthur on his throne, A Spiritual King, fublime, alone, Marfhalling tempefts over half the globe. Or, kindlier now by fummer-zephyrs fann'd, BlelTing invifibly his ancient land ! rUPPERS ( i6 ) ALONE. Unvext by any eye, by any tongue. In meditative blifs befide the fea Exultingly I loiter, calm and free. Looking for agates as I ftroll along, And finding health and peace and joy for me The beach, the fands, the feaweed-rocks among ! Alone ; — what anodyne i^o fweet as this ? Silence, or only mufic of the waves, — And Solitude, with only Nature's kifs When my glad cheek with dewy fpray fhe laves ; Silence, and Solitude ; my twofold joy Wherewith a ftranger intermeddleth not, I hold you here, and hug my golden lot Untarniflied with Society's alloy. SONNETS. ( 17 ) CALLANISH, IN LEWIS. Look back, — look back, — look back, — three thoufand And dream of Callanifli, in that old time [years ; When, worfhipping with fimple right fublime The God of darkling Nature's hopes and fears, Around thefe hoary ftones Druidic feers. Hoary as they, were cluftered : dream it out, How, weaving as they went their magic rhyme. They paced this myftic circle round about. Or watched with trembling awe that central den, Where the red vidtim lay ; dream on, and fee Yon outer crowd of ikin-clad fierce-eyed men Shouting rude pasans as they bend the knee To Him, the One Great Worfhip of all lands. Who dwelleth not in temples made with hands. c?, rUPPERS ( i8 ) ABEL. ' Our frefh young world lay bafking in its prime. And all around was peace ; the leprous fpot On her fair forehead Nature heeded not, So beauteoufly flie fmiled in love fublime ; Yet, even then, upon thy gentle form Rufh'd the black whirlwind of a brother's crime. Breaking that calm of univerfal love With the fierce blafb of murder's pitilefs ftorm, Awroth at goodnefs : — thee, truth's ftricken dove, Firfl victim of oppreflion's iron feet. Religion's earlieft martyr, flain by pride And man's felf-righteoufnefs, with praifes meet Thee would my foul's affecftion humbly greet, Trufting the Lamb whereon thy faith relied. SONNETS. ( 19 ) LIFE. A bufy dream, forgotten ere it fades, A vapour, melting into air away, Vain hopes, vain fears, a mefh of lights and fhades, A chequered labyrinth of night and day, — This is our life ; a rapid furgy flood Where each wave hunts its fellow ; on they prefs ; To-day is yefterday, and hope's young bud Has fruited a to-morrow's nothingnefs : Still on they prefs, and we are borne along. Forgetting and forgotten, trampling down The living and the dead in that fierce throng. With little heed of Heaven's fmile or frown. And little care for others' right or wrong. So we in iron felfiHinefs ftand ftrong. TUPPER'S ( ^o ) ENOCH. Of whom earth was not worthy; for alone AmontT the denfe de^xenerate multitude, Witnofs to truth, and teacher of all good, Enoch, thv folitarv lullre ihone For thrice wn hundred years, in trull and kwe Walking with God : io fped thy blamelefs life That He, thy Worlhip, jullly could approve His patriarch fervant ; and when linners fcolF'd Thy bold prophetic woe with judgment rife. Or hurVd at thee their threaten'd vengeance oft, From thofe fell clamours of un^-odly llrife God took thee to Himfelf : — Behold, on high The car of dozzlini^ o-\oTy, borne aloft, wings the blell mortal through tlie ihirtled iky ! SONNETS. ( 21 ) THE KALEIDOSCOPE. I faw a child with a kaleidofcope, Turning at will the teffelated field ; And ftraight my mental eye became unfeal'd, I learnt of life, and read its horofcope : Behold, how fitfully the patterns change ! The fcene is azure now with hues of Hope, Now fober'd grey by Difappointment ftrange, With Love's own rofes blufhing, warm and bright, Black with Hate's heat, or white with Envy's cold. Made glorious by Religion's purple light. Or ficklied o'er with yellow luft of Gold : So, good or evil coming, peace or ftrife. Zeal when in youth, and Avarice when old. In changeful chanceful phafes pafTeth Life. r UPPERS ( 22 ) ZOROASTER. Fathomlefs paft ! what precious fecrets lie [throng, Gulph'd in thy depths ; — how brave a mingled Fathers of wifdom, bards of mighty fong. Hearts gufhing with warm hopes and feelings high. Lovers and fages, prophets priefls and kings. Sleep namelefs in thy drear obfcurity : Fathomlefs paft ! — the vague conception brings, Amid thick-coming thoughts of olden things, Hoar Zoroafter, — as he walk'd fometime In fliadowy Babel, and around him flood The ftrangely-mitred earnefh multitude Liftening the wonders of his fpeech fublime : Hail, mantled ghoft, I track thy light from far, On the chaotic dark an * exiled ftar.' SONNETS. ( 23 ) THE CATHEDRAL MIND. Temple of truths moft eloquently fpoken, [power, Shrine of fweet thoughts veil'd-in with words of The Author's mind replete with hallow'd riches Stands a Cathedral: full of precious things, — TaftefuUy built in harmonies unbroken, Cloifter, and aide, dark crypt, and aery tower; Long-treafured relics in the fretted niches. And fecret ftores, and heap'd-up offerings, Art's nobleft gems, with every fruit and flower. Paintings and fculpture, choice imaginings, Its plenitude of wealth and praife betoken ; An ever-burning lamp portrays the foul ; Deep mufic all around enchantment flings ; And God's great Prefence confecrates the whole. rUPPERS ( 24 ) ABRAHAM. Thou friend of God, the paragon of faith : Simply to truft, unanfwering to obey. This was thy ftrength ; and happy fons are they. Father ! who follow thee through life and death, Ready at His myfterious command The heart's moft choice affectionate hopes to flay, With more than Martyr's fuicidal hand ; Their fole fufiicing caufe, — Jehovah faith, — Their only murmur'd prayer. His will be done : Ev'n fo, thy God-like fpirit did not fpare Thy cherifh'd own, thy promifed only fon, Trufling that He, whofe word was never vain. Could raife to life the vi6tim offer'd there. And to the father give his child again. SONNETS. ( 25 ) APOLOGY. For I have linn'd ; oh, grievouily and often ; Exaggerated ill, and good denied ; Blacken'd the fhadows only born to foften ; And Truth's own light unkindly mifapplied : Alas for charities unloved, uncherifh'd. When fome ftern judgment, haply erring wide, Hath fent my fancy forth, to dream and tell Other men's deeds all evil ! O my heart, Renew once more thy generous youth half perifh'd, Be wifer, kindlier, better than thou art : And firft in fitting meeknefs, offer well All earneft candid prayers, to be forgiven For worldly, harfh, unjuft, unloveable Thoughts and fufpicions againft Man and Heaven. r UPPERS ( 26 ) SEMIRAMIS. Stupendous Babylon ! before mine eyes Thy mountain walls and marble terraces. Domes, temples, towers, and golden palaces In vifion'd recollection grandly rife Huge and obfcure, as icebergs in a cloud ; And mingling there a denfe barbaric crowd Throng thy triumphal car with eaftern flate. Moon of the world, Semiramis the Great ! Ambiguous fliade of majefty fupreme. Upon the night of ages limn'd fublime. We think of thee but as a glorious dream. And, waiving thofe dark hints of unproved crime. Fain would we hope thee great and good combin'd. To hail thee patriot Queen, and mighty Mind. SONNETS. ( 27 ) THE MOTHER OF KINGS. A dream of empire, — and a waking thought Patriot in wifdom, and of loyal worth, Which placemen will not cherifh as they ought, Becaufe with fuch there ever was a dearth Of generous feeling in this frigid earth : I faw our Queen an Emprefs ; and her rule. Not forced by mercantile or office clerks. Nor mifprefented by fome party-tool, But perfonal, and full of gracious works, Rejoicing every colony : I faw An Alfred, and all India profpering Under his fceptre, fway'd by Chriftian law ; Auftralia, under Arthur triumphing ; And Duncan, Scottilli Canada's young king. rUPPERS ( 28 ) JOSEPH. The true nobility of generous minds. Equal to either conqueft, weal or woe. Triumphant over fortune, friend or foe. In thee, pure-hearted youth, its pattern finds : Child beil-beloved of Ifrael's green old age. Innocent dreamer, perfecuted Have, Good fteward, unguilty captive, honour'd fage, Whofe timely counfel refcued from the grave Egypt's bronze children, and thofe exiled few Dwelling at Gofhen, — Ruler, born to fave. How rich a note of welcome were thy due, O man much tried, and never found to fail ; Young, beauteous, mighty, wife and chafte and true. Hail, holy prince, unfpotted greatnefs, hail ! SONNETS. ( 29 ) CALUMNY. * Lo ! ye iliall take up ferpents without fear, And walk on fcorpions, fcathlefs of their fting, And, if ye drink of any deadly thing It ihall not hurt you : ' — what a power is here ! A fevenfold buckler to our calm ftrong hearts Againfl: the feeble, blunted, broken darts Of Hate's fierce frown, or Envy's fubtle fneer : O Chriftian ! go ftraight on ; though flander rear. To freeze thy warmth, her cold Medufa head ; Go on, in faith and love, at duty's call : With naked feet on adders thou flialt tread, Meet perils, only to furmount them all. And fo, by bad men's blame, as good men's praife. Build up God's bleffing on thy words and ways. r UPPERS ( 30 ) MOSES. How fliould I greet thee, God's ambalTador, Great fhepherd of the people, — how proclaim In worthieft fong thy more than this-world fame. Meek bard yet princely, prophet, conqueror. Leader, and lawgiver ! — thy hallowed name Ev'n now with fears the captive bofom fills. Though the dear love of thy grand Antitype In glad alTurance through that bofom thrills : Alas, thy faithlefs tribes, for judgment ripe, Chofe Ebal and the curfe ; didft thou not heed When thefe thy children dared the dreadful deed Whereat high noon was blind, — nor blefs the grace, Which fhallthat ftain from crime's dark record wipe. And love once more the long-reje6led race ? SONNETS. ( 31 ) WISDOM. It is the way we go, the way of life ; A drop of pleafure in a fea of pain, A grain of peace amid a load of ftrife. With toil and grief, and grief and toil again : Yea ; — but for this ; the firm and faithful breaft. Bolder than lions, confident and ftrong, That never doubts its birthright to be bleft, And dreads no evil while it does no wrong : This, this is wifdom, manful and ferene. Towards God all penitence and prayer and truft, But to the troubles of this fliifting fcene Simple courageous and fubliniely jufi: : Be then fuch wifdom mine, O heart within ! There is no foe, nor woe, nor grief, but — Sin. rUPPERS ( 32 ) DAVID. It is not for thy throne and diadem, Nor for the prowefs of thy ruddy youth, Nor fkill with gentle minllrelfy to foothe The fpirit in its griefs, and banifli them. We count thee blell ; thefe lelfer iVars of praife May well in luftrous beauty round thee blaze. Anointed monarch of Jerufalem; But, that omnifcient truth hath titled thee Man after God's own heart, — this name alone Doth to its highell mortal glory raife, And leave us wondering here; O fivour'd one, As to my Saviour's fymbol, reverent And with fuch worlhip as befitteth me, So would I greet thee, royal penitent. SONNETS. ( 33 ) SOLITUDE. Therefore delight thy foul in Solitude, Feeding on peace ; if folitude it be To feel that million creatures, fair and good. With gracious influences circle thee, — To hear the mind's own mulic, — and to fee God's glorious world with eyes of gratitude, Unwatch'd by vain intruders ! let me fhrink From crowds, and prying faces, and the noife Of men and merchandife ; far nobler joys Than chill Society's falfe hand hath given Enrich my foul when left alone to think : To think — alone ? — ah no, not quite alone ; Save me from that, — caft out from Earth and Heaven, A friendlefs, Godlefs, ifolated One. rUPPERS ( 34) SOLOMON. Who hath not heard the trumpet of thy fame ? Or is there that fequefter'd difmal fpot Where thy far-echoing glory foundeth not ? — The tented Arab ftill among his mates In wondrous ftory chaunts thy mighty name ; Thy marvels yet the fakir celebrates ; Yea, and for Solomon's unearthly power The forcerer yells amid his deeds of fhame. Rifling the dead at midnight's fearful hour : Not fuch thy praife ; thefe favour of a fall Which penitence fhould banifh from the mind ; We gladlier on thy fainted wifdom call. And greet thee with the homage of mankind, Wifeft, and mightieft, and firft of all. SONNETS. ( 35 ) INDIA'S EMPRESS. Our Emprefs Queen ! — Vi(floria's name of glory Added as England's grace to Hindoftan : O climax to this age's wondrous ftory, Full of new hope to India, and to Man In heathendom's dark places ! For the light Of our Jerufalem {hall now ihine there Brighter than ever fince the world began : Yet, by a way chaotic, drear and gory, Travell'd this bleffing ; as a martyr might, Wreftling to Heaven through tortures unaware : Our Emprefs Queen ! for thee thy peoples' pray'r All round the globe to God afcends united, That He may ftrengthen thee no guilt to fpare. Nor leave one ad: of goodnefs unrequited. rUPPERS ( 36 ) HOMER. Thou poor and old, yet ever rich and young, Ye funlefs eyeballs, in all wifdom bright, Travel-ftain'd feet, and home-unwelcomed tongue ; That for a pauper's pittance ftrayed, and fung, Where after-times the frequent acolyte Track'd thofe faint fleps with worlhip, — at what time And where, thou untaught mafter, did the firings Of thine immortal harp echo fublime The rage of heroes, and the toil of kings ? Uncertain fhadow of a myftic name ! The world's dead praife, as Hellas' living {hame. There is a myftery brooding on thy birth. That thee its own each willing foil may claim ; Thy fatherland is all the flatter'd earth. SONNETS. ( 37) BLINDNESS. O pitiful ! to watch thofe precious eyes, Thofe kindled diamonds with their funny light, Changing from orbs of day to orbs of night, — Dimming to pearls ! — for Providence moft wife So hath decreed of thee, my poor pale child ; And we fhall fee thy face, fo foft and mild. Looking up blank and fightlefs to the Ikies ! Well, — we will love thee more, and be more kind. Cheer thee in heart, and cheriili thee in mind ; And gentle mufic fhall delight thee much. And Memory with her pi6lures, — and Content, — And, — who can tell? for we have heard of fuch, — Art yet may reach thee with her healing touch. And bring thofe eyes again from baniihment. rUPPERS ( 38 ) ISAIAH. Hear him, fore-travailing mother, patient earth. Hear the glad eloquence of this thy fon ; The times of want and woe are well nigh done. And old creation fprings to fecond birth. Toil's reft, care's cure, and melancholy's mirth : O golden fabbath of the world, fpeed on ; Why tarrieth nature's King ? — the woods, the waves. The waiting righteous in their prifon-graves. The moan of famine, and the fhriek of fear. Entreat Thy coming, O Defire of all, Theme of Ifaiah's hope, in praife appear ! Great Monarch, take thy univerfal crown. Even fo, quickly : fhall thy people call In vain ? O rend the heavens, and come down ! SONNETS. ( 39 ) CONSOLATION. Scholar of Reafon, Grace, and Providence, Reftrain thy burfling and indignant tears ; With tendereft might unerring Wifdom fleers Through thofe mad feas the bark of Innocence : Doth thy heart burn for vengeance on the deed, — Some barbarous deed, wrought out by cruelty On woman, or on famifhed childhood's need, Yea, or thefe fond dumb dogs, — doth thy heart bleed For pity, child of fenfibility ? Thofe tears are gracious, and thy wrath moft right : Yet patience, patience ; there is comfort ftill ; The Judge is juft; a world of love and light Remains to counterpoife the load of ill, And the poor vidim's cup with joy to fill. rUPPERS (40) SOLON. To know thyfelf, — a knowledge beyond price. Which fome of this world's wifell: cannot learn ; To fearch the heart, and keenly there difcern Even among its flowers of Paradife The watchful fubtle fnake of natural vice, And thus aware, to fly it, — nor to fan Thofe guilty fparks that elfe fhall fcorch and burn Thine innocence, — this is thy wifdom, Man : This, had no meflenger of grace aloud Proclaim'd it for thy weal, of yonder fage Separate in glory from that white-robed crowd. Thou long hadfl: learnt : Solon, from age to age One ihort full phrafe a noble proof fupplies That thou wert wife as good, and good as wife. SONNETS. (41 ) THE VERDICT. I leave all judgments to that better world And my more righteous Judge : for He ihall tell In the dread day when from their thrones are hurl'd Each human tyranny and earthly fpell, That which alone of all He knoweth well — The heart's own fecret ; He lliall tell it out With all the feelings and the forrows there, The fears within, the foes that hemm'd without, Negled: and wrong and calumny and care : For He hath faved thine every tearful prayer In His own lachrymal ; and noted down Each unconfider'd grief with tenderefllove : Look up ! beyond the crofs behold the crown. And for all wrongs below all rights above. e2 rUPPERS (4^ ) iESOP. A garden of ungathered parable Lies ripe around us, in fair-figured Ipeech Blooming, like Perfian love-letters, to teach Dull-hearted man where hidden pleafures dwell ; Its fruits, its flowers, of love and beauty tell, And, as quick confcience wings the thought, to each Doth all our green fweet world fublimely preach Of wifdom, truth, and might, unutterable : For thee, poor Phiygian flave, mind's free-born fon. In whofe keen humour nought of malice lurk'd. While good was forced at wit's farcaftic fire. The world fhould pay thee thanks, for having work'd That garden firft ; and well the work is done, A labourer full worthy of his hire. SONNETS. ( 43 ) MUCH READING. I hope to ripen into richer wine Than mixt Falernian ; thofe decantered ftreams Pour'd from another's chahce into thine Make lefs of wifdom than the fcholar dreams ; Precept on precept, tedious Hne on Une, That never-thinking, ever-reading plan, Fafhion fome patchwork garments for a man, But ftarve his mind ; it ftarves of too much meat, An undigefted furfeit ; as for me, I am untamed, a fpirit free and fleet That cannot brook the ftudious yoke, nor be Like fome dull grazing ox without a foul. But, feeling racer's (lioes upon my feet. Before my teacher ftarts, I touch the goal ! rUPPER'S (44) SAPPHO. The poifonous tooth of time, O fhepherdefs. Hath kill'd thy thoufand vines ; a few fcarr'd fhoots Alone are green above the wither'd roots, And thence we cherifli an admiring guefs Of what the rich ripe vintage fhould have been : Poor mufe, they do thee wrong ; they have not feen Thofe records loft of truth and tendernefs. They have not read thy heart, — but harm thee ftill Where, as unknown, their charity fliould blefs, Tainting thy memory with whilper'd ill : Yet are thofe fnatches of thy mulical fongs Full of warm nature, and impaffion'd truth. Love, beauty, fweetnefs, and eternal youth : Sappho, — we praife thee rather for thy wrongs. SONNETS. ( 45 ) WHEAT AND CHAFF. My little learning fadeth fail away, And all the hoft of words and forms and rules Bred in my teeming youth of books and fchools Dwindle to lefs and lighter ; night and day I dream of tafks undone, and lore forgot. Seeming fome failor in the * fhip of fools,' Some debtor owing what he cannot pay, Some Conner of old themes remember'd not : Defpife fuch fmall oblivion ; 'tis the lot Of human life, amid its chance and change. To learn, and then unlearn ; to feek and find. And then to lofe familiars grown quite ftrange : Store up, ftore wifdom's corn in heart and mind, But fling the chaff on every winnowing wind ! rUPPERS (46) PYTHAGORAS. Rare Egypt, not thine own fweet-water'd Nile, Thy Memphis, nor thofe feated giants twain. Not golden Thebes, nor Luxor's ftately fane. Nor pyramids eterne of mountain pile, Exhauft thy glories gone ; thy grander boaft Was Learning, and her fons, — who throng'd of old To draw fair knowledge from thy generous coaft. Nor drew in vain, but drank the bleifed draught ; And deepeft hath this noble Samian quaff'd. Who walketh with me now in white and gold ; Wear thou indeed that crown, myfterious fage, Whofe foaring fancy, with deep-diving thought. Hath pour'd mind-riches over every age. And charm'd a world Pythagoras hath taught. SONNETS. (47) SILENCE. Then give me Silence ; for my fpirit is rare. Of delicate edge and tender : when I think, I rear aloft a mental fabric fair ; But foon as words come hurtling on the air, Down to this dufl my ruin'd fancies fink : Look you ! on yonder Alp's precipitous brink An avalanche is tottering ; — one breath Loofens an icy chain ; — it falls, — it falls, Filling the buried glens and glades with death ! Or, as when on the mountain's granite walls The hunter fpies a chamois, — hufli ! be calm, A word will fcare it, — even fo my Mind Creative, energizing, feeks the balm Of Quiet : Solitude and Peace combined. (48 ) CONFUCIUS. For thou art worthy, Seric Socrates, Of the bright robe, and that fair coronet, Meed of true goodnefs, on thy forehead fet. Worthy to walk in equal blifs with thefe Thy peers, in Hades' dreamy valley met ; For thine were pure and patriot fervices, High worth, and generous love of doing good. Gilding the darknefs of a barbarous clime That paid thee wages of ingratitude, After the Balaam cunning of a foe Had drown'd thine efforts in adulterous crime. For righteous weal exchanging finful woe : Witnefs, ye fpirits of the good and wife. None recks of greatnefs till the great man dies ! SONNETS. ( 49 ) EDUCATION. Soul without knowledge, — world without a Sun, Torpid and lovelefs as an Arctic night, — How changed lliall all things be to thee, when Light Burfts on thy defolation, flartled one : So in the tropics doth the Morning Gun Welcome, from utter dark, the fudden day Efcaped as from Death's prifon, drear and dun, To glitter, god-like, on his burning way ! Yea, Soul, look hitherward : tho' dull and blind. And heretofore more dead than tongue can fay. Thine eye may yet have grace to catch a ray, Whofe lightning touch fliall kindle up the Mind, And fpeed the Heart that happieft courfe to run, — The race of doing good to all mankind. rUPPERS ( 50 ) PINDAR. Ye harp-controlling hymns ! triumphant praife, That heralded to his delighted home The bluiliing victor of departed days From Elis, or Nemsa, or the dome Of facred Delphi, — fpirit-ftirring fongs, Ev'n now your echoes linger on mine ears, And to your Theban father ftill belongs That name, time-honour'd twice a thoufand years. King of the founding lyre : nor alone For mulic be thy praife, but for a heart Strung with affe(5tions of deep-thrilling tone And patriot feelings, that in lightning dart Through the mute fouls of all, with charm'd fufpenfe Liftening in love thy honied eloquence. SONNETS. ( 51 ) AUTARCHES. Happy felf-autocrat ! alone he walks With fpringing ftep adown this heathery glen, Freed from the focial tyrannies of men, And each conventionality, that balks The fpirit of its liberty, and then Worries its quiet with perpetual talks : O Solitude, O Silence ! fifter pair, — I am your brother ; walking ftill apart. Embodied Independence, head and heart. Quit of all thraldoms and caft loofe from care. And fpurning every trick of this world's mart : * Thy fpirit. Independence, let me fliare,' — Not fo ! no * fhare,' — no * let ; ' I claim, alone. Thy fpirit, Independence, all mine own ! rUPPER'S ( 52 ) ARISTIDES, Severe in fimple virtue, nobly poor. The guard alike and glory of all Greece Through fierce invading w^ar, and fadious peace, Model for youth, the temperate and pure. Exemplar for old age, the jufl; and good, Athenian Ariftides meekly ftood A thanklefs people's boaft : thee — country's love Warm'd with its holiefl flame ; thee — party fpite From hearth and home to bitter exile drove. Envied for greatnefs : ftill, the patriot fight Againft the Mede beheld thee in the van Doubly a vi6lor, at the felf-fame hour Crufhing the foreign defpot's giant power. And conquering in thyfelf the pride of man. SONNETS. ( 53 ) GOOD AND FAITHFUL. Gladftone, through youth and manhood, many a year My conftant heart hath followed thee with praife. As * good and faithful ; ' in thy words and ways Pure-minded, juft, and fimple, and lincere : And as, with early half-prophetic ken I hail'd thy greatnefs in my college days, The coming man to guide and govern men. How gladly that inftindiive prefcience then Now do I fee fulfill'd ! becaufe, thou art Our England's eloquent tongue, her wife free hand To pour, wherever is her world-wide mart. The horn of Plenty over every land ; Becaufe, by every praife of mind and lip Thou art the crown of Chriftian ftatefmanfliip. r2 TUPPERS ( 54 ) AESCHYLUS. Thou rock-bound and undying facrifice, — Ye fierce confpiring chieftains, — haggard queen, — Thou parricide, convulfed with agonies, — Ye furies, through the fearful darknefs (qqw Glaring with horrid eye and fpe6tral mien, — Appear, appear — for him, whofe magic fpell From the dim void of intellecftual night Gave you dread being, terribly to tell The fliuddering world a mafter-fpirit's might : Yet thus alone not worthily nor well Nor equal to a patriot-poet's praife In black procefTion ftalks gigantic crime ; To thee, great bard, their holier worfhip raife Deep thoughts, high hopes, and lymphonies fublime. SONNETS. ( 55 ) RESERVE. O dark and frozen fiend. Love's mortal bane ! Lethargic poifon of the moral fenfe, Killing thofe high-foul'd children of the brain Warm Enterprife and noble Confidence, Fly from my threfliold, traitor, get thee hence ! Without thee we are open, cheerful, kind, Miftrufting none but Self, injurious felf. Of and to others wifliing only good ; With thee, fufpicions crowd the gloomy mind, Suggefting all the world a viperous brood. That a(fts a bafe bad part in hope of pelf : Virtue flands fhamed, Truth mute mifunderllood, Honour unhonour'd. Courage lacking nerve. Beneath thy dull domefhic curfe, Referve ! rUPPERS ( 56 ) HERODOTUS. Olympia, with her feftal multitude, Beheld thy triumph firft, in glad acclaim Hailing thy nafcent dawn of endlefs fame, Eldeft hiftorian, — while Jove's facred wood And vocal ftatue founded out thy name. As gather'd Grscia's all of wife and good Infcribed upon thofe modefl narratives The hallowed titles of the clafTic Nine : For, fweet fimplicity through every line. With graphic phrafe and talent, breathes and lives, — Truth, tolerance, pow'r, and patience, thefe are thine : And let not pedants to thy blame recall That thy frefh mind fuch ready credence gives. For thou art Charity, believing all. SONNETS. ( 57 ) LETTERS. Tear, fcatter, burn, deftroy, — but keep them not ; I hate, I dread thofe Hving witnefles Of varying felf, of good or ill forgot. Of alter'd hopes, and wither'd kindnelTes : Oh, call not up thofe fhadows of the dead, Thofe vifions of the paft, that idly blot The prefent with regret for bleiTings fled : This hand that wrote, this ever-teeming head, This flickering heart is full of chance and change ; I would not have you watch my weaknefl^es. Nor how my foolifh likings roam and range. Nor how the mufliroom friendships of a day Haftened in hotbed ripenefs to decay. Nor how to mine own felf I grow fo ftrange. rUPPERS ( 58 ) HIPPOCRATES. Duft unto dufl: ; the lilver fpinal cord Shall foon be loofed ; the forehead's golden bowl, That precious chalice for the wine of foul. Be fhivered, and its treafure all outpour'd ; The cell-ilopt veins, that, as an emptying vafe. Pour back upon the heart its weaken'd ftream, Be fhattered all ; the circling wheel that draws From a ftrange ciftern, — this corporeal frame, — Moifture and increafe, muft be broken up ; And with the fliock we wake from life's dull dream Still, oftentimes the wholefome bitter cup. The glory, great phyfician, of thine art. Shall wondroully from ill-timed death redeem. Rallying the routed forces of the heart. SONNETS. ( 59 ) TOOTHACHE. A raging throbbing tooth, — it burns, it burns ! Darting its fiery fibres to the brain, A ftalk of fever on a root of pain, A red-hot coal, a dull fore cork by turns, A poifon, kindred to the viper's fang, Galling and fretting : ha ! it ftings again. Riving the fenfitive nerve with keeneft pang : Well ; from this bitter let me cull the fweet, For Goodnefs never did afflid: in vain. But wills that Pain fhould fit at Wifdom's feet : Serve God in pleafant health ; repent, and pray. While the frail body refts at grateful eafe ; And, fympathife with ficknefs and decay, Charitable to Man : remember thefe. ( 6o ) THUCYDIDES. So might an angel weep, thou noble boy ; For, all unmixt with envy's duller flame, Enthufiaftic hope, and chivalrous joy To note the calm hiftorian's rifing fame, Glow'd at thy heart, and bade thee emulate Thofe grand attempts, that honourable fate, A brother, not a foe : years fped away. And faw thee, ftill with patriot feelings warm, A warrior-exile at thy Thracian farm. Weaving the web of glory, day by day. For Athens, that ingrate ; thy manly pen Eternal good for evil could repay. For all prophetic was thy boldnefs, when It writ thy works, an * heritage for aye.' SONNETS. ( 6i ) SOCIETY. Alas, we do but a6t ; we are not free ; The prefence of another is a chain My trammell'd fpirit ftrives to break, in vain : How flrangely different myfelf from me ! Thoughtful in folitude, ferenely bleft, Crown'd and enthroned in mental majefly, Equal to all things great, and daring all, I mufe of myfteries, and am at reft : But in the midfl, some dull intruded gueft Topples me from my heights, holding in thrall With his hard eye the traitor in my breaft, That before humbler intelledls is cow'd. Silently flirinking from the common crowd, And only with the higheft felf-polTeft. rUPPERS ( 62 ) SOCRATES. Self-knowing, therefore humbled to the duft, Self-curbing, therefore in a fenfual age Pure, patriotic, mild, religious, juft. Self-taught, yet moderate, — Athenian fage. Albeit but faintly the recording page Samples the precious harveft of thy brain. Where Plato's felf, thine intelled:ual fon. And the fcarr'd hand of gallant Xenophon, Have gathered up the fragments that remain Of thy large fpeech, with wondrous wifdom fraught. From thofe rich morfels we may guefs the feaft. And note the Pifgah-fummit of thy thought Bright with true truft, that God hath never ceafd To care for all creative love hath wrought. SONNETS. ( 63 ) SOCRATES TO LYSIAS. No, Lylias ! — all that honied eloquence May not be buttrefs to my righteous caufe ; The majefty of Truth and Innocence Deigns not to hoodwink nor to cheat the laws : What, if my foe's benighted moral fenfe Will not, or cannot, fee my holy ends ? To lure the youth of Athens to all good, — To knit mankind in one, a world of friends, — To win their worlliip from mere ilone and wood, And preach the Unknown God ! — O God of All, Thy will be done ! let falfehood work my fall. Martyr for truth I rife, and dwell at eafe ; The only Advocate on whom I call Is God Himfelf, — to plead for Socrates ' rUPPERS ( 64 ) PLATO. Another god-like fon, O glorious land, Athens, glad mother of a mighty line. In foremoft rank of thine immortal band, Wife, great, and good, unchallenged takes his ftand, Plato the mafter, Plato the divine : For that, unveil'd before his favour'd eyes. Truth's everlafting dawn ferenely rofe Glimmering from the windows of the fkies. And gold-bedropping, like the fun on ftreams. The river of his rich poetic profe ; Yet clouded much by fancy's mifty dreams. That eloquence an Alpine torrent flows. And thy ftrong mind, dim with ideal fchemes. Stands a ftone mountain crown'd with melting fnows. SONNETS. ( 65 ) HEAR THE CHURCH. The Church ? — how gladly would I hear the Church : I long to love and honour and obey, And truly to be guided in the way, And comforted and counfell'd in my fearch : But where — where is She ? who fhall ftrike the Between oppofing fa6tions, prieft and lay, [truth The one, to Rome perverting half our youth. The other leading liberally aftray ? Is She indeed embalm'd in magic rite. And facramental miracle forfooth, Refurgent from that mediseval night ? Nor rather living ftill, and to be found. With fecret miniftration fliedding light, In men of every race and fed: around ? g2 rUPPERS ( 66 ) DEMOSTHENES. Strange, that within the wondrous walls of fpace, Ringing on fome rare atmofphere far hence, The periods of thy matchlefs eloquence Are flying ftill in vibratory race, — O prince of words and thoughts, Demoflhenes : Thee, centuries agone, great Athens bore Chief orator above thofe brilliant four, Demades, Lycurgus, Lyfias, ^Efchines ; For thy majeftic energy was ftill Foremofl; in might to move, and power to pleafe. While midnight toil matured thy graceful eafe. And country's love infpired each Siren found, Now foft and gentle, as a trickling rill. Now like a rufhing torrent pour'd around. ( 67 ) PROVIDENTIAL HINTS. Watch little providences : if indeed Or lefs there be, or greater, in the fight Of Him who governs all by day and night. And fees the forefl hidden in the feed : Of all that happens take thou reverent heed. For feen in true Religion's happier light (Though not unknown of reafon's placid creed) All things are ordered ; all by orbits move. Having precurfors, fatellites, and figns, Whereby the mind not doubtfully divines What is the will of Him who rules above, And takes for guidance thofe paternal hints That all is well, that thou art led by Love, And in thy travel trackeft old footprints. ( 68 ) ARISTOTLE. If aught of fterling wit, or natural worth. The heights of thought, or depths of various lore That to the mind's own fountain gufhing forth Added all wealth as from an ocean ftore. If thefe be honour, be that honour thine, O human wonder, Intelled: divine. That ipake of all things wifely, — taught aright By nature's voice, and reafon's inner fun, — Still can we love thy not all human light, And hail thy wifdom, heathen Solomon : Another praife be thine, O Stagyrite, For that the world's great winner, in thy fchool His all of power, with all of knowledge, won. Learning from thee to conquer and to rule. ( 69 ) TRUE SENATORS. Beware of mere deluiive eloquence, — Your hackney'd clever talkers, who can make Evil feem good for place and party fake. Well fkill'd in dialectic thruft and fence ; Let common honefty and common fenfe Come to Thy council board ; no longer take For ftatefmen fome few fcornful confulars The fcions of great families, — for fuch Lefs love the People's friendfhip than the Czar's, Doting on courts and dynafties too much For England's honour in thefe latter wars : Extinguifh all thofe wranglers of debate Corrupt with family feuds and party jars. And choofe the Good and Wife to ferve the State. rUPPERS ( 70 ) PHOCION. Truly ennobled in that name The Good, Thy fpirit fought a thanklefs country's weal Through fourfcore years with all a martyr's zeal. And then, — the fickle envious multitude. That democratic city's viper brood. Rewarded thee with hate and clamorous ftrife, Poifon'd thy fame with calumny's foul breath. And for the wages of a patriot's life Paid, as their wont, a malefactor's death : Athens, bafe Athens, what a deed abhorr'd Of guilelefs blood lies heavily on thee ; Hear to thy fhame a Phocion's dying word, * My fon, forget that thou haft feen or heard The bitter wrongs poor Athens heap'd on me.' SONNETS. ( 71 ) NEW STATESMEN. We need the Good ; the men of juft intent, Lovers of right who will not wink at wrong, Men of juft principle and purpofe ftrong. On Duty and the common welfare bent ; We want no longer, — we have had too long, — The Siren-talkers falfe and eloquent. Mighty in word, but paralyfed in deed ; Too long the mere adventurers, whofe aim Is felf-advancement from their country's need ; O party gamejfters, hide yourfelves for fhame ! England calls out for Patriots good and true, — What if plebeian, fo they fave the State, Men to diplomacy and office new. Pure-hearted, and unhackney'd in debate. rUPPER'S ( 72 ) PHIDIAS. O rare creative mind, and plaftic hand, Whofe fkill enfhrined in one gigantic form, Chryfelephantine, rear'd in air enorme. The viewlefs guardian of thy father-land Olympian Jove, — pardon to thee for this. That of the God whofe chariot is the ftorm Thy foul by Him untaught fhould deem amifs. Pardon to thee, and praife ; thy labour proves The heart's lincerity, though little light Scatter'd the darknefs of thy moral night : Behold, it quickens ! the cololTus moves ! Who, who would not fall down ? — Start not, ye proud. Perchance your idols are as falfe as Jove's, And ye more guilty than that pagan crowd. SONNETS. ( 73 ) WINTERHALTER'S PORTRAITS. How pleafantly from out their arches golden Thefe faces fmile on me ; how kindly they By beauteous love my loyalty embolden, And round my heart-fprings like a fun-beam play. And with fweet voices to my fpirit fay. Up ! our true knight, — as in the tourneys olden, — Stand thou for us againfl: all evil tongues ! In truth, O Royal Children of my Queen, My fpirit vows, I will ! — 'twas ever (cen In this poor world that calumnies and wrongs Afflid: the higheft ; it hath fometimes been A moufe may fave the lion from a fnare ; So, may my true devotion help to Ipare From any grief thefe gracious looks ferene. rUPPERS ( 74 ) EPICURUS. They have malign'd thy memory, grave good man, They have abufed the truth thy purenefs taught. Beautiful truth with rare religion fraught. That to cull pleafure whenfoe'er he can Is a man's wifdom, — fo he keep in thought That pleafure lies in living as he ought : For, felfifh vice, the fool's befotted plan Of mif-call'd happinefs, how falfe it is, — What mifery lurks beneath the painted cheek. How much of forrow in the wanton's kifs ! O would that, where thou walkeft now in blifs. Some garden of the ftars, thy wrath could fpeak To thefe degenerate fons, who blot thy fame. Glad in their woe, and glorying in their fhame ! SONNETS. (75 ) THE TRUE EPICURE. How faldft thou ? — Pleafure : why, my Hfe is pleafure ; My days are pleafantnefs, my nights are peace ; I drink of joys which neither cloy nor ceafe, A well that guflies bleffings without meafure : Ah, thou haft little heed how rich and glad How happy is my foul in her full treafure. How feldom but for honeft pity fad. How conftantly at calm ! — my very cares Are fweetnefs in my cup, as being fent; And country quiet, and retired leifure Keep me from half the common fears and fnares ; And I have learnt the wifdom of content : Yea, and to crown the cup of peace with praife Both God and man have bleft my works and ways. r UPPERS ( 76 ) MARCELLUS. A conqueror that weeps for vicflory won ! — O glorious foul, that mid the patriot fight Raged as an Ajax in his ruthlefs might. Then turn'd to mourn the havoc he had done ! So wept Marcellus, Rome's heroic fon, (When haughty Syracufe had fallen, deipite Her ftrength in Archimedes,) — and with care Strove — not to butcher foemen, but — to fpare : Stop we not here ; for ev'n a brighter ad: Claims deeper homage : when avail'd not all Thy pious care, but thofe fierce legions fack'd The helplefs city in its laft dread fall. When thy worft foe, thy fubtleft, met his doom, Thy nobler praife was Archimedes' tomb. SONNETS. {77) TO A CRIMEAN GENERAL. Where are my fons ? indignant England cries, — Where is mine honour ? — O thou forry chief, How much of poignant fhame and bitter grief Cling to thofe afkings and their fad replies : By felfifh incapacity betray'd Under a cloud Britannia's glory lies : Her foldiery, who fight beneath the fliade Of upas-oligarchy, pine and wafte (O brave brave hearts, though fl:arving,undifmay'd!) For very want at plenty's richeft board, Becaufe contemptuous rank will not make hafte To care for common men ! Degenerate Lord, Too foon hath England heap'd thine honours thus; Thou fhalt account for them to God and us. h3 r UPPERS (78 ) HIPPARCHUS. In Ipirit as I roam with thee by night, Threading the galaxy on fancy's wing, Oft, as I reach a ilar more fweetly bright. My hope will rife and in a rapture ling. Fair planet, can I ever be thy king, A fainted monarch in thy halls of light ? For there are many manfions, mighty thrones. Glories, and fceptres, praife and golden zones. Reward, and homage, crowns and fhining robes : Ambition's boldeft dream, and wildeft flight Hath yet to be borne out : ecilatic foul Shall foar triumphant to thofe burning globes That round elfential God fublimely roll, The life, the fun, the centre of the whole ! SONNETS. ( 79 ) THE SUN. Blame not, ye million worfhippers of gold. Modern idolators — their works and ways. When Afia's children, in the times of old. Knelt to the fun, outpouring prayer and praife As to God's central throne ; for when the blaze Of that grand eye is on me, and I ftand Watching its majefty with painful gaze, I too could kneel among that Perlian band. Had not the Archited; of yon bright fphere Taught me Himfelf ; bidding me look above. Beneath, around, and ftill to find Him — here ! King of the heart, dwelling in no fixt globe. But gladly throned within the fpirit of love. Wearing that light ethereal as a robe. r UPPERS ( 80) VIRGIL. As, for yourfelves, O birds, no neft ye build. No fleecy coats, O nibbling flocks, ye wear. With fweets for you, O bees, no hive is fill'd, O fleers, no felf-enriching yoke ye bear ; Thus for thyfelf, great prince of pafl:oral fong, Toil'd not thy modeil mufe, but for all time ; Yea, to the world thy polifli'd ftrains belong : Was it then virtue in thee, or half crime, A falfe humility, fublimely wrong, To try to cheat thine Epic of its fame, For that to thee perfeftion feem'd ill done, Hurling thy laurels to the jealous flame ? O Mantua, thou wert rich in fuch a fon. Yea, had thy Virgil been thine only one. SONNETS. ( 8i ) THE MOON. I know thee not, O Moon, — thou cavern'd realm. Sad fatellite, a giant afh of death. Where cold, alternate, and the fulphurous breath Of ravaging volcanoes, overwhelm All chance of life like ours, — art thou not Some fallow world, after a reaping time Of creatures' judgment, refting in thy lot ? Or hapUer muft I take thee for the blot On God's fair firmament, the home of crime, The prifon-houfe of fin, where damned fouls Feed upon punifliment ? — O thought fublime. That, amid Night's black deeds, when evil prowls Thro' the broad world, then, watching linners well, Glares over all the wakeful eye of— Hell ! rUPPERS ( 82 ) HORACE. Lyrift of every age, of every clime, Whofe eye prophetic faw thy ftrong-built fame Stand a perennial monument fublime, — Not all of thee fhall perifh : in thy name Live memories embalm'd of richeft thought, Far-flafhing wit, and fatire's wholefome fmart. Fine fpeech with feeling delicately fraught. And patriot fongs that with their generous glow Warm to the love of home the wanderer's heart : How varied is the chaplet on thy brow. How wreath'd of many praifes ! the bright bay. With laughing rofe, and ebrious ivy twined. And myrtles of ftaid hue, and wild-flowers gay. Shadow the changeful phafes of thy mind. SONNETS. ( 83 ) THE STARS. Far-flaming ftars, ye fentinels of Space, Patient and filent minifters around Your Queen, the moon, whofe melancholy face Seems ever pale with pity and grief profound For finful Earth, — I, a poor groveller here, A captive eagle chain'd to this dull ground. Look up and love your light in hope and fear ; Hope, that among your myriad hoft is one, A kingdom for my fpirit, a bright place Where I ihall reign when this fhort race is run. An heir of joy, and glory's mighty fon ! Yet, while I hope, the fear will freeze my brain — What if indeed for worthlefs me remain No waiting fceptre, no predeflined throne ? TUPPER'S ( 84) CORNELIA. O jev/els beyond price, uncounted gold, Children, beft wardens of a father's fame. Ye joys wealth never bought, want never fold, In you the rare unmammon'd hearts behold The highefi: earthly good of mortal aim : Yon toothlefs darling at the mother's breail, — That ruddy three-year-old who joyous runs Jealous of love, in hafte to be carefb, — Thofe gentle daughters, and thefe manly fons,- Are they not riches ? — O thou worldly wife, Go to fome home of earth's defpifed ones To learn where treafure — not thy gold-god — lies Yea, Roman mother, glory in your gems ; Such are the ftars in heavenly diadems. SONNETS. ( 85 ) OUR KINGDOM. Hence, doubts of darknefs ! I am not mine own, But ranfom'd by the King of that bright hofl: ; In Him my juft humility fhall boaft. And claim through Him that fceptre and that throne : Yes, world of light, — when by the booming fea At eve I loiter on this fhingly coaft, In feeming idlenefs, — I gaze on thee, (Some Star, — I know not which, — ) fated to be My glorious heritage, my heavenly home, A temple and a paradife for me. Whence my celeftial form at will may roam To other worlds, unthought and unexplor'd, Whofe atmofphere is blifs and liberty. The palaces and gardens of the Lord ! TUPPER'S ( 86 ) MARY THE VIRGIN. Hail, Mary ! blelTed among women, hail ! How fhould I pafs thee by, moft favoured one, As thus I greet thee in this vifion'd vale Far other than on earth, when fad and pale Beneath the bitter crofs of that dear Son Thy woman's heart did faint ; I note thee now Walking in praife, and on thy modeft brow The coronet that tells of glory won : O bleft art thou, but not yet full thy blifs. Albeit where erft a fword piercdd thy heart Celeflial joys in thrilling raptures dart ; For He, the tender firftling of thy love. The precious child thy virgin lips did kifs. Hath ftill to take his triumph from above. SONNETS. ( 87 ) WAIT. How often to lie ftill is to be wife, — How many times is Patience as a charm That wins a gracious bleffing from the {kies Richer than all on Labour's buftling farm — How often to do more is to do harm ! So, when thy feeds are wedded to the foil. And thou haft well done duty, and the lot Is caft into the lap, confider not How next to make all fpeed by thought and toil,- But rather wait ; the power of faith is there, — Faith that achieves all conqueft, takes all fpoil, — Faith, the great reaper of the crop of pray'r ; In faith be ftill ; left unbelieving care. By overflriving, all good efforts foil. rUPPERS ( 88 ) OUR BROTHER IN HEAVEN. O Thou, my God, and yet my brother man, My worfhipp'd Lord, and fympathifing friend. Who fo hath loved us all, ere time began, Who fo wilt love us flill, when time fliall end, Pardon and blefs, if on my bended knee As befi: of Men I raife the fong to Thee ! For we can claim Thee ours, as of earth ; To us, to us, the wondrous child is given. And that illimitable praife of heaven Prifons his fulnefs in a mortal birth : Hope of the world, what were all life, all health. All honours, riches, pow'rs, and pleafures worth. If from Thy gracious face. Good Mailer, driven, Whofe fmiles are everlafting joy and wealth ? SONNETS. ( 89) A REPLY TO CERTAIN. That I have loved my Saviour as I ought, I dare not fay ; but I can call him Lord, The man Chrift Jefus and the God the Word, — And worfliip Him in will and deed and thought With my poor beft and trueft ; where He leads. As from mine infant years I have been taught, Thither I follow through the crowd of creeds. And have not fwerved nor changed: without His power I could not ftand, could not have flood, one hour ; But, with His help, I yet fhall go ftraight on Believing, and obeying, doing good. Truth-telling, yet intolerant to none, Giving both God and man my gratitude For all I have or hope, through Chrift the Son. I?- r UPPERS ( 90 ) ST. JOHN. Not love alone, thou whom the Saviour loved. Not faith alone, O favour'd more than men. Not iive-fcore years of holinefs approved. Nor the dear beauties of thy joyful pen, Mark thee alone God's friend; ennobled more By the large gift of deep prophetic ken. How full of ecftafy couldft thou adore With thoufand thoufand iliining ones before That throne of glory, pouring out the hymn. While echoed far the rapturous amen From brilliant flocks of thronging cherubim. And thofe four refllefs Zoa, full of eyes : O feals, O trumpets, wonders dread and dim ! Exile, thy praife be holieft myfteries. SONNETS. (91 ) SELF-RESTRAINT. Thee from thyfelf to refcue and to fave, O man ! is God's falvation ; other foes Were eaiier conqueft, even to the grave : And for this end our God commandment gave That all things whereby Nature works, in thofe Should man reiift, left he fhould be their flave : *Thou fhalt not' — is the law ; however hot Be wrath, or covetous wifh, or low deiire. Or any feliifli purpofe, thou fhalt Not : Within thee lies a hidden fount of fire, And, if with evil thou doft fan a blaze. Woe, for the flaming houfe ; if felf-control Chaftens its fiercenefs into genial rays. Rejoice ! it glows the hearth-fire of the foul. ( 92 ) ST. PAUL. What thanks to pay thee ? — by what ftretch of What happy flight of reverential praife, [thought, What tuneful hymn with holiefl ardour fraught, — A welcome worthy of the heart, to raife Even to thee, — whofe Apofl:olic zeal Hath bleft, corrected, comforted, and taught All generations for eternal weal ? God fend the grace, with contrite breafl to feel The precioufnefs of each high argument In thofe dear letters writ from heaven to earth ; — O thus to gather manna, kindly fent To feaft our fouls in more than Egypt's dearth, — Thus, like to thee, through might in mercy lent, Dying indeed to fm, by fecond birth. SONNETS. ( 93 ) CONFESSION. Alas, how many vain and bitter things My zeal, and pride, and natural hafte have w^rought ; Yea, thou my foul, by word and deed and thought. The curfe of feliifhnefs hath fcorch'd thy wings : There is a fire within, I feel it now, A fmouldering mafs of ftrong imaginings That heat my heart, and burn upon my brow. And vent their hiffing lava on my tongue Scathing, unfparing : — yet my will is juft. My wrath is ever quicken'd by a wrong, I flame — to ftrike oppreffors to the dull:, To crufli the cruel, and confound the bafe. To welcome infolence with calm difguft. And brand the fcoffer's forehead with difgrace. rVPPERS ( 94 ) ZENOBIA. Palmyra, — widow'd city of the dead, How mournfully thy marfhall'd columns ftand Grey fentinels above that defert fand Where once thy patriot multitudes were ipread In ferried ranks around Zenobia's car. Hurling defiance at defpotic Rome, When country's love infpired the righteous war For temples. Lares, liberties, and home, Yea, to the death : Palmyra, thy lafl boaft Was this undaunted queen, the chafte, the fair. Wife to decide, and refolute to dare. Sage among fages, heroine in the hoil : Hide not the fetters, as thou walkeft there. Liberty's martyr, thofe become thee moft. SONNETS. ( 95 ) INFLUENCES. Judge not the fenfitive : if thou haft blamed. Think how a thoufand influences tell. With ftrong enchantment a(5ting like a fpell, Upon that fpirit all too finely framed : Antagonifms, and flights, and vulgar things. And all whatever elfe fhould make afhamed Of mean or vain, from thefe as nettle-ftings Shrinks back within itfelf the feeling mind ; What thou haft counted cold faftidious pride Is to warm graces tenderly allied. Indignant wrath with holy pain combined ; And fpirit-nerves alike with nerves of fenfe. To fome brute natures worthily denied. In others thrill with energies intenfe. r UPPERS ( 96 ) COLOMBA. Mournfully breaks the north wave on thy fhore, Silent lona, and the mocking blafl: Sweeps flernly o'er thy relics of the paft. The llricken crofs, the defecrated tomb Of abbots, and barbarian kings of yore : Thee from the blight of death's encircling gloom Colomba faved, and to thy cloifters grey In pious zeal for God, and love for man. Of mighty truth led on the conquering van. And largely pour'd fair learning's hallow'd ray On night's dark deep, — an ifolated flar. The Pharos of thofe ard:ic Cyclades, That lighted to her rocky neft from far Mercy's white dove, faint flutterer o'er the feas. SONNETS. ( 97 ) DUTY. Pearls before fwine : this is an old complaint ; In very humblenefs and not in pride The fpirit feels it true ; yet makes a feint To reil with man's negle(fl well fatislied, And have its wealth of words, its ftores of thought, Defpifed or unregarded : woe betide The heart that lives on praife ! coniidering nought Of Duty's royal edids, that command Thy talents to be lent, thy lamp to fhine : Soul, be not faint ; nor, body, flay thy hand ; Heed only this, — not whether thofe be fwine. But whether thefe be pearls, precious and pure ; That fo, whatever fate the world make thine, Elfewhere, through Grace, thy guerdon be fecure. rUPPER'S ( 98 ) BEDE. Around thy memory there lingereth ftill A rare and gracious favour, reverend man, Whofe patient toil fo long ago began To fink the facred wells on Zion-hill, — Whence ilTued ankle-deep truth's earliefh rill, That, deepening foon, in copious torrents ran From thee their fometime patriarch, until They reach us fathomlefs, a mighty fea : O fimple prieft, pious, and juft, and true. Religious, learned, — thoufand thanks are due From England, and her children unto thee : Thou, like thy Mailer, bowing His meek head, Didft view thy perfect work of piety. And die rejoicing it was iinifh^d. SONNETS. ( 99 ) PHANTASIA. My fond firfh love, fweet miftrefs of my mind, Thy beautiful fublimity hath long Charm'd mine affediions, and entranced my fong. Thou Spirit-Queen, that fitft enthroned, enflirined Within this fuppliant heart ; by day and night My brain is full of thee : ages of dreams, — Thoughts of a thoufand worlds in vifions bright. Fear's dim terrific train. Guilt's midnight fchemes, Strange peeping eyes, foft fmiling fairy faces. Dark confcioufnefs of fallen angels nigh. Sad converfe with the dead, or headlong races Down the ftraight cliffs, or clinging on a flielf Of brittle fliale, — or hunted through the iky ! O God of mind, I fliudder at myfelf ! rUPPER'S ( lOO ) CHARLEMAGNE. Whence comeft thou ? — What kingdom of the ftars Is thine, imperial ghoft ? — with homage meet, Csfar, Auguftus, thee my fong ihall greet. And hail a Charlemagne the fecond Mars ! Yet other notes muil: fill the praifeful fong Than thofe hoarfe clamours of continual wars, Or never had I met thee bleft among Children of light : thee, reditude of foul, Majeftic firmnefs, patriot excellence. Simplicity and truth and fterling fenfe On the bright record of the Great enroll : Rejoice, fair France, in thofe dear memories Of him, thy fomewhile glory and defence : Such monarchs earn the fame that never dies. SONNETS. ( loi ) IMAGINATION. Dread Monarch-maid, I fee thee now before me, Searching my foul with thofe myfterious eyes, Spell-bound I ftand, thy prefence ftealing o'er me, While all unnerved my trembling fpirit dies : Oh, what a world of untold wonder lies Within thy quivering lips ; how rare a light Of conquered joys and ecftalies repreft Beneath thy dimpled cheek fhines half-confeil ; In what luxuriant maifes, glolly-b right, Thofe raven locks fall fhadowing thy fair breafl ; And lo, that burfting brow, with gorgeous wings. And vague young forms of beauty coyly hiding In thy crifp curls, like cherubs there abiding, — Charmer, to thee my heart enamour'd fprings ! k2 rUPPERS ( I02 ) HAROON ALRASCHID. Vifions of Oriental pomp around Teem on my fight ; a grand ideal fcene, Where upon Tigris Bagdat fits as queen, Rifes in dreamy fplendour from the ground ; I hear the clafliing cymbals, and the found Of brazen horns, and loud monotonous drums From turban'd thoufands in their war array About Alrafchid, as the conqueror comes From perjured Greece triumphant in the fray • Beft lord, and wifeil judge, that ever fat In the black mantle of the Caliphat, When we recall thy race and thee, Haroon, We count thee as the herald of the day Riling to quench in light the crefcent moon. SONNETS. ( 103 ) MODERN PROGRESS. Thefe twenty years, — how full of gain to us, To common humble multitudinous Man ; How fwiftly Providence advances thus Our flag of progrefs flaming in the van ! This double decade of the world's fliort fpan Is richer than two centuries of old : Richer in helps, advantages, and pleafures. In all things richer — even down to gold — To all of every clafs in liberal meafures : We travel quicker now than Iflihmians might ; In books we quafl" the veriefl: Hebe's chalice ; All wonders of the world gladden the fight In that world's wonder-houfe the Cryfl:al Palace ; And everywhere is might enflaved to Right. rUPPER'S ( 104 ) ALFRED. All hail our own, our ancient peerlefs boaft ! From thee thy Britain loves her all to date, Proud of her * Darling King,' the ever-great, Who pour'd the liberties we value moft. The facred old-time rights we venerate. In rich abundance round our fea-girt coafl : Where is thy Tomb among us ? where the ipot Ennobled by fome record of thy worth. True father of thy country ? — have we lofl: All love of thee ? hath England then forgot Her patriot-prince, her lawgiver, her fage. Who taught her, nourifli'd her, and fent her forth Rejoicing on her way, from age to age Queen of the feas, and Emprefs of the earth ? SONNETS. ( 105 ) FRIENDS. I cannot move a mile upon this earth, I could not, did I walk from end to end. But there I find a heart of wit and worth. Some gracious fpirit to be hail'd a friend : O there are frequent angels unawares. And many have I met upon my way, Dear Chriftian fouls, to make me rich with prayers, Whilft in like coin their mercies I repay ; And oft the fun of praife hath lit mine eyes. Generous praife and juil encouragement. From fome who fay I help them to be wife, And teach them to be happy in content : Ah foul, rejoice ! for thou haft thickly fown The living world with friendfliips all thine own. rUPPERS ( io6 ) DANTE. Thou haft borne many great and noble fons, Florence the fair ! that beauteous as a dream Sitteft enthroned on Arno's filver ftream, Where coyly through the laughing vale it runs, And, oh not laft, among thofe gifted ones. Memory thine own undying Dante views : Him, yet a child, ftrong Love, that earlieft winds Fetters of rofe around the pureft minds, Claim'd for his own, and like a monarch gave To ftaid Melpomene, his laurell'd mufe, The happy captive for a favourite flave : A flave ? A mighty mafter, — from whofe lyre The pangs of hell, the terrors of the grave. The joys of paradife, rufh forth in fire ! SONNETS. ( 107 ) FOES. A man's own houfehold : Wifdom fpake the word. The juft but bitter paradox of truth ; Who hath not known and felt and feen and heard How real it was to him in age or youth ? There are no foes fo keen as kith and kin : Grant that thou hail, however lightly, err'd, Thefe blazon out the fault and call it fin. Hunting thee down with cenfure ; or if fame Worthy and juft be meted to thy lot. And men of every nation blefs thy name. That kith and kin negled: thee, marvel not ; Their envious hopes would make thy glory fhame : Yea, let a man for loves and friendfhips roam ; He finds, or wifely leaves, his foes at home. TUPPERS ( io8 ) TELL. O Liberty, fweet angel much malign'd, How have the fons of hcence wrong'd thy name, — What crimes, what follies of unhallowed aim Have they not caft upon thee, too refign'd Meek martyr, and their lawlefs works of fhame With thine own wreath of grand achievements twin'd! Not thus, yon gallant mountain-patriot. Fair Switzerland, the darling of thy fame. Caught to his outraged heart the refcued child. And jufh avenger, fpared not, waver'd not, But with dread patience dared the noble deed. On which glad Liberty approving fmiled ; For when fhe faw the favage Auftrian bleed She knew her own Swifs home, her temple freed. SONNETS. ( 109 ) FRATERNAL EGOTISM. Not in felf-feeking doth the Poet draw From his own wells, and analyfe his heart ; All men in all men bear a kindred part, All fpirits to all fpirits are a law : Whatever any mind has feen or felt, That inner fecret which in felf he faw With genial utterance to his brother dealt Shall quicken him, and make his hardnefs melt. His paffion thrill, his frozen feeling thaw. His felfiflmefs to brotherhood afpire : So then, accufe not as of mean defign The generous fervour of poetic fire, — Such franknefs cheers, fuch fympathies refine. Such noble thoughts to nobler thoughts infpire. TUPPER'S ( iio ) PETRARCH. Poet, and hermit-fcholar of Vauclufe, Whom Rome, admiring, forth with laurels fent A crowned lover to thy claffic mufe, — That thy rare wifdom could ferenely choofe Nature, and God, and quiet with content. Spurning the baubles of ambitious flrife And wealth iin-tainted of a courtier life In palaces of priefts unholy Ipent, Honour be thine, and more than mortal fame Wreathing with amaranth thy flarry name : And may that gentle fpirit, ftrangely rent By love, alike unguilty and unbleft. Now with its mate, beyond the breath of blame. After thy life-long fearch find endlefs reft. SONNETS. ( III ) FROM PETRARCH. Sloth and the fenfual mind have driven away- All virtues from the world : where'er I range, I note on every fide an evil change ; Our fteps are now unlit by heavenly ray : The poet, walking in his crown of bay. Is pointed at — for fcorn ; the felfifh herds Of mammon-worfliippers infulting fay * What is the worth of all thefe metred words ? Your crowns of bay and myrtle are but leaves : ' And fo Philofophy goes ftarved and lone. And Vice is glad, while widow'd Virtue grieves : Still be not thou difheartened, generous one. Follow that path, which entered ne'er deceives. But leads if not to Gain, to Glory's throne. rUPPERS ( 112 ) COLUMBUS. Thy foul was nerved with more than mortal force. Bold mariner upon a chartlefs fea. With none to fecond, none to folace thee. Alone, who daredfi: keep thy refolute courfe Thro' the broad walle of waters drear and dark. Mid wrathful fkies, and howling winds, and worfe The prayer, the taunt, the threat, the mutter'd curfe Of all thy brethren in that fragile bark : For on thy brow, throbbing with hopes immenfe. Had juft Ambition fet his royal mark. Enriching thee with noble confidence. That having once thy venturous fails unfurl'd No danger fhould defeat thy recompenfe. The god-like gift to Man of half the world. SONNETS. ( 113 ) THE GOLD-DIGGINGS. Behold a miracle ! — when Mercy found That ftill in vain acrofs the waters wide Famine and Plenty to each other cried Pleading for food or feafters all around, [gold God gave the word ! and ftraight, with lumps of And brilliant fpecks among the rich black mould Some angel fowed the labour-craving ground ; And fo the fhoaling multitudes went forth, Pour'd from this hive of nations in the north To people our Antipodes : O Man ! When fhall thy dullard foul acknowledge God, Wondrous in perfecting, as wife in plan, — Thus leading on Progreffion's eager van By the poor fifher's lure, a baited fod. l2 TUPPER'S ( iH ) RAFFAELLE. Ho ! — thou that hither comeft, in gorgeous Hole Of many-colour'd iilk, — and round thy head The rainbow hues of fancy richly fhed, — And eyes that in ecftatic tranlport roll, — And looks that fpeak the triumph of the foul, — Hail, young creative Ipirit ! from whofe mind Teeming tumultuoufly with thoughts and things, (The flitting notion with flrong power combined Of fixing all thofe grand imaginings,) An intellediual world of wonder fprings : RafFaelle, thine all too perifhable art Fades from the time-ftain'd walls : but not fo fade Our memories of thy fkill ; — thofe laurels ftart Afrefh for ever: walk thou in their fhade. SONNETS. ( 115 ) DISPARAGEMENT. Make hafte, make hafte, my prudent little friends ! You lag behind the world, both blind and halt, — For your own credit leave off finding fault. And wifely buftle up to make amends : Look you ! time was, when even fuch fmall lalt As your encouragement and fpeaking fair Would have been prized and grateful ; favouring well The tafte of bitternefs, the touch of care The proud young fpirit felt, but fcorn'd to tell. When, keenly fenlitive of man's defpite. While confcious that from kinder Heav'n above A gift had been vouchfafed of pureft light. That fpirit coveted your looks of love. And yearn'd around, and ye refufed his Right. rUPPERS ( ii6 ) BAYARD. The clarion founds, — the flecds impatient prance, While featly fpurring to the mimic fray The high-born chivalry of gallant France Poife the ftout fhield, and break the quivering lance ; — And w^ho this beardlefs champion of to-day ? The young Bayard ; than w^hom no brighter name Shines in more blazon on the rolls of fame, The fearlefs, and the fpotlefs, — nobly hail'd, All honour to the brave ! — Alone he flood With fingle fword againft the multitude At Gargliano ; and when fortune fail'd. Generous Bayard alone knew not to yield, — But full of glories — gentle, brave, and good. He died in pray'r, though on the battle field. SONNETS. ( 117 ) APPRECIATION. Yet were there other fome, the generous few Kindly prophetic, helping with their praife Balmy and precious as the morning dew Or early funfhine in thole anxious days ; All thanks, all thanks ! — I now can fliine on you ; And love you for the love that linger'd not Till honour and fuccefs had wreath'd my pen. Till God had feal'd to me a blefled lot, — That pleafant heritage, the hearts of men : All thanks, ye noble fouls ! Behold, the rill Your dewy praife did gracioully diftil Soon gather'd to a ftream, and fwelling then Grew to a river, and that river wide Far out to fea now rolls its ceafelefs tide. rUPPERS ( ii8 ) LUTHER. Couldft thou look down upon us from thy reft. Where'er thy fpirit hath its glorious home, And note that perfecuting horn of Rome Waxing in fubtle power and pride unbleft. How would thy zeal flame out, thou fecond Paul : Thy fpurious children, who fhould ftill proteft Againft a church apoftate and impure. Now bid her profper, and infanely call The pampering of prieftcraft, liberal ! Liberal, — to help in forging more fecure Chains for the confcience, fetters for the mind ; Liberal, — to quench our light in utter dark ! But prophecy hath told it : fearch and find : Cursed is he that fhall receive the mark. SONNETS. ( 119 ) MY NAMESAKE. Luther Eleutheros ! thou lion-heart, Call'd by a name predeftin'd to be Free, Nobly thou didil: the Chriftian warrior's part, — Paul and Ignatius fought again in thee : My glorious namefake, what a praife to me. By nation, name, and nature too, thou art, Martin Eleutheros, my Saxon chief! I, too, would fcorn to bend a llavifh knee. Or bate one tittle of my firm belief, Or feem fome other than I boaft to be — No human mailer's fervant ; in thy ftrength, The Rock of Ages, is my fpirit ftrong ; And refolutely will I lead along. Like thee, for truth, and good, and God at length. TUPPER'S ( I20 ) JANE GREY. So young, fo fair, fo fimple, fo deceived ! — For all thy learning could not teach thee guile. Nor warn thee from that bafe domeftic wile Which coil'd thee like a ferpent, and bereaved Thy heart of life, of loyal praife thy name, — Pofterity is juft ; and from the blame Of ftealing for thyfelf another's crown And playing falfe in hot ambition's game Declares thee innocent : that little week Of fplendour forced and fear'd, fo foon laid down, Coft thee moft bitter wages ; — yet moft fweet. If prifon-haunting wifdom bade thee feek This heav'nly crown, for thy fair brow fo meet. This higher maiefty my fong would greet. SONNETS. ( i^i ) STRANGE ATTRIBUTES. Vengeance, and jealoufy, and wrath are Thine : Can thefe things be indeed, moil loving Lord, Or have we fpoilt the beauty of thy word By names fo dark for attributes divine ? Yet mufl: true juflice vindicate the right. And fcatter wrong in well-avenging might, Chaftifing, not revenging : yet muft Love Mofl fondly claim that every heart fhould beat As its own blifs for only God above : Yet muft fome moral fire, fome holy heat. Pervade the Will that elfe were wilfulnefs : Thofe words are well ; He doth avenge the wrong. His love is jealous thee by love to bleis. And fin fliall roufe His wrath, though fuffering long. M rUPPERS ( 122 ) SHAKSPEARE. Who fhall appraife Potofi's hidden mines. Or meafure Oronooko's gufhing fprings. Or in a balance weigh the Apennines, Fathom the deep, or fpan the polar rings ? — And who can fum thy wealth, exhauftlefs mind, Or fcale the heights of its imaginings. Where giant thoughts with beauteous fancies twined, Stand wondrous, as the heaven-kiffing hills ? Thy theme is Man : the univerfal heart In fympathy with thee dilTolves or thrills. While the ftrong fpells of nature leagued with art Bind the world captive in a magic chain : Thy peer is out of hope ; we wait in vain ; — We may not look upon his like again. SONNETS. ( 123 ) PEACE AND QUIETNESS. Peace is the precious atmofphere I breathe ; And my calm mind goes to her dewy bower, A trelHs rare of fragrant thoughts to wreathe, MingUng the fcents and tints of every flower ; For pity, vex her not ; thofe inner joys That blefs her in this confecrated hour. Start and away, Hke plovers at a noife, Senlitive, timorous : — O do not fcare My happy fancies, left the flock take wing. Fly to the wildernefs and periili there ! For I have fecret luxuries, that bring Gladnefs and brightnefs to mine eyes and heart. Memory, and Hope, and keen Imagining, Sweet thoughts and peaceful, never to depart. r UPPERS ( 124 ) CERVANTES. If to have been wife Europe's pioneer To truth, and fenfe, and better aims of life, — If by thy fatire's keen and cauftic knife To have had Ercles' might to lop and fear The ftolid hydra-heads of errant ftrife, — If thefe be worth a pafTmg grateful thought. Take it, Cervantes ; we have few like thee. Full of right-minded wit, that wounds not aught But folly, with its cutting gaiety : Thanks to thy prifon, that its dulnefs wrought A lafting humorous good ; the crazy knight. His flirewd rough fquire, and thofe unheard-of deeds. Whereat the fchool-boy fhouts with huge delight. And the philofopher wonders as he reads. SONNETS. ( 125 ) YOUNG-HEARTED. As by an effort only, reckoning o'er The fleeting years, and lives of other men, How life creeps on apace, and why and when Its changing phafes fhould affed: us more. We guefs and gather doubtingly : for me, (Startled at times mine equals old to fee,) My heart is young as ever, full of mirth And buoyancy, too light and frefh and free For dignities and pompous tricks of earth ; So hath it been till now, — fo let it be, — And not grow grave : thrice happy is the man Whofe fpirit, feeling a Tithonic birth. Never grows old, rejoices where it can. And cares no more for Time than it is worth. m2 rUPPERS ( 126 ) HARVEY. * The life which is the blood : ' O heedlefs men. How often unbelieving have ye heard The lide-dropp'd hints, that ftrew the written Word : The fountain-heart, that pours the ftream of life; The cell-flopt wheel, that makes it circle then By vefTels manifold ; ye might have learn'd From the fool's fcorn, a Guide that never err'd. Without the clumfier aid of fcalpel knife, Thefe truths for ages, had ye but difcern'd The book of God with natural wifdom rife : Still, Harvey, be thy patient genius praifed. The fhrewdnefs of thy well-digefled plan, Whofe hand the ftrangely-woven curtain raifed That veil the myfteries of life from man. SONNETS. ( 127 ) PAIN. Delay not, finner, till the hour of pain To feek repentance : pain is abfolute. Exacting all the body, all the brain. Humanity's flern king from head to foot : How canfh thou pray, while fever'd arrows ilioot Thro' this torn targe, — while every bone doth ache. And the feared mind raves up and down her cell Reftlefs and begging refl for mercy's fake ? Add not to death the bitter fears of hell ; Take pity on thy future felf, poor man. While yet in flrength thy timely wifdom can ; Wreftle to-day with fin ; and fpare that ftrife Of meeting all its terrors in the van, Jufl: at the ebbing agony of life. ( 128 ) EVELYN. Wotton, fair Wotton, thine anceftral Hall, Thy green frefh meadows, courfed by ductile ftreams That ripple joyous in the noonday beams Leaping adown the frequent waterfall. Thy princely foreft, and calm-llumbering lake, Are hallow'd ipots and claffic precind:s all ; For in thy terraced walks and beechen grove The gentle generous Evelyn wont to rove. Peace-lover, who of Nature's garden Ipake From cedars to the hylTop on the wall : O righteous fpirit, fall'n on evil times. Thy loyal zeal, and learned piety Bleft all around thee, wept thy country's crimes. And taught the world how Chriftians live and die. SONNETS. ( 129 ) HOP-PICKING. A thyrfus grove it feem'd, of ftanding fpears Wildly feftoon'd with gadding wreaths of green ; Yet, not as if old Bacchus and his peers In tipfy rout and frolic there had been To hurl them up on end with all their flieen, — But orderly fet forth in warrior rank, Giants array'd, with fighting-room at flank, Caparifon'd, and heavily plumed a-top With cluftering bells: — and, are thefe Dryad bands. Or groups of Oreades, fo blythely feen To gather in with fongs that golden crop, Crujfhing its fragrance in their fportive hands ? No ! dreamer : — let Arcadian fancies drop ; Thefe are but hop-pickers, — and that the Hop. rUPPERS ( 130 ) MILTON. O light, denied to him, that thou art mine ! O blelTed Sun, that I can joy in thee ! To praife the Love, — alas fo loft on me, — How gladly fliould I pour the hymn divine : Yet all unlike this glorious blind old man, Mine inward eyes with no fuch radiance fhine ; How feldom in that better fun I bafk ; How fainly would I, yet how faintly can : Great Giver, might I unprefumptuous afk Into my heart thy love its light to pour. Take all inftead thy righteous mercy wilt ; Not fo, for Thou art God ; give this, give more. The richeft glory to the poorefl guilt. So with thy Milton fhall my foul adore. SONNETS. ( 131 ) GOOD AND EVIL. Good hath been born of Evil many times, As pearls and precious ambergris are grown — Fruits of difeafe, in pain and ficknefs fown ; Nations have won their liberty through crimes, And men true gain of loiTes : God alone. Unreachable upon His holy throne, Needeth not fhade to illuftrate His light. Nor lefs to foil His greateft : but for man The wrong muft riot to awake the right. And patience grow of pain, as day of night. And wifdom end what woefome harm began : And think not to unravel in thy thought This mingled tiiTue, this myfterious plan, This alchemy of good through evil wrought. rUPPER'S ( 132 ) IZAAK WALTON. By guiltlefs guile the fpotted trout to fnare ; In idlefle all unblamed to while away With contemplation fweet the funny day ; To ftroll in morning's dewy frefhnefs where The ftream invited, and grey-mantled fky, And fo with buoyant float, or mimic fly. To win the linlefs triumphs of thine art, — Thefe were thy fimple paflimes, kind old man, Thefe are thy fame : yet would I praife thee more For the rich treafure of a childlike heart That longs to compafs all the good it can. Tender and felf-forgetful, guihing o'er With cheerful thoughts and generous feelings when Loving thou yearnefl: on thy fellow-men. SONNETS. ( 133 ) FLY-FISHING. Look, like a village queen of May, the flream Dances her befl before the holiday fun. And flill with mulical laugh goes tripping on Over thofe golden fands, which brighter gleam To watch her pale-green kirtle flafhing fleet Above them, and her tinkling fllver feet. That ripple melodies : quick ! — yon circling rife In the calm refluence of this gay cafcade Mark'd an old trout, who fhuns the funny fkies. And, nightly prowler, loves the hazel fhade : Well thrown ! — you hold him bravely, — off he fpeeds, Now up, now down, — now madly darts about ! Mind, mind your line among thofe flowering reeds, — How the rod bends ! — and hail, thou noble trout. N TUPPER'S ( ^34) ISAAC NEWTON. When craft and ignorance with envious tongue At that lone Florentine their malice hurl'd. On thee his robe the parting prophet flung, And hail'd thy dawn to glorify the world. Like the young moon the clouds of night among, Modeft and folitary, fhedding forth O'er the broad univerfe truth's holy light : Yet ev'n againfl: the meeknefs of thy worth Detraftion's withering breath, and jealous fpite Shed, not all impotent, their cankering blight ; For care fat with thee at thy filent hearth, O gentle child of wifdom, whofe keen eye DifTolved the funbeam, pierced the depths of earth. And read the unwritten charters of the fky. SONNETS. ( 135 ) TIME'S HONOUR. The attributes of God are all in all Of beauty and of glory : man admireth In creature-excellence defpite the fall Juft what reflected Deity infpireth : So Cometh it, that Lovelinefs hath love, Truth doth enchant, and Mighty Force appal ; And, as The Father is enthroned above, * Ancient of Days,' — Antiquity requireth Man's homage for fuch nearnefs to his God : And fo, when anceftry beneath the fod, And old old woods, and rooftree black with age. To modern days refled: an ancient fame Enfhrined in hiftory's medieval page, Thefe paint the gilded halo round a Name. rUPPER'S ( ^36 ) FENELON. Yet are there, ev'n in thee, polluted church, A worthier chofen few to walk in white, Some undefiled, whom Grace hath taught to fearch, And feen their humble toil, and fent them light ; For, like a meteor dropt upon the night. Thy faith, good prieft, thy pure religion fhone Amid the moral darknefs of thine age. Shedding foft luftre round : nor this alone. But the fweet pictures of thy graphic page. Young Telemaque, and that enchanted ifle. The falfe fair wanton, and myfterious fage. How well thofe pleafant tales our care beguile : Nor only thus ; a higher goal is won ; Thou lureft up to virtue with a fmile. SONNETS. ( 137 ) THE FIELD, THE WORLD. Confider thou, — the world wherein we live Is God's great field for wife experiment ; And there, except what mercy mull forgive, All go their rounds by rule and meafurement, True root and fruit, fit caufe and confequent : And angels watch us well ; thofe loving minds Note every juft effed:, and mean, and caufe, And each Intelligence delighted finds In all the working of eternal laws, And fo adores the Ruler : faith in Him Makes every riddle clear that elfe were dim ; And all our trials to one ifiTue tend, That ifiiie, dear to faints and cherubim, God's glory, — our beginning, middle, end. n2 rUPPEKS ( 138 ) CZAR PETER. Turn, wondrous fliade of an immortal man, And give my welcome favourable heed. While my mute foul confiders each bright deed That gems thy crown, imperial artizan, Whofe patriot labour thy rude country freed From Scythian darknefs; for to thee, great prince, Defpite a Jezebel-fifter's cursed plan Of luring thee to pleafure's guilty ways, Juftly belongs the honourable praife Of waking a barbarian world of Haves To fame and power, that have not faded fince : Nobly the bronze CololTus tells thy worth. For he that blelTes, helps, improves, and faves. Is the true hero of this ftrife-torn earth. SONNETS. ( 139 ) IMPULSE. Let me not now ungeneroufly condemn My few good deeds on impulfe, — half unwife And fcarce approved by reafon's colder eyes ; I will not blame, nor weakly bluili for them : The feelings and the actions then ftood right : And if regret for half a moment fighs That worldly wifdom with its keener iight Had order'd matters fo and fo, my heart Still in its fervour loves a warmer part Than Prudence wots of: while my faithful mind, Heart's hufband, alfo praifes her for this ; And on our confcience little load I find If fometimes we have help'd another's blifs At fome fmall coft of felfiihi lofs behind. r UPPERS ( HO ) HANDEL. Awake, my glory, and the world's delight ! Bring hither tabret, harp, and lute, and lyre, And greet him with the whole angelic quire. For Handel now from earth has wing'd his flight, A holy bard in chariot of fire. To mingle with your band in garments bright : Oh, with what harmony to hymn aright Thy canzonet of praife, monarch of fong ! So that its mufic may enchant the mind. Like fome fweet air, that might to thee belong, Where holinefs with melody combined, Majeftic thought in thrilling found exprefs'd. Cheat of their forrows thine indebted kind. And foothe our fouls with harpings of the Blefl ! SONNETS. ( HI ) PRAISE AND BLAME. If thou art praifed, be fure that envious fpite Will dodge thee fullenly ; will never flirink From blotting thy fair fame with flander's ink ; And, where it can, right cruelly will fmite : If thou art praifed, thou ilandeft on the brink Of peril, and art near to be caft down Either through vain conceits, or brainlefs fright Of fome malignant critic's fneer or frown : But if loud blame alTault thine honour's crown. Take comfort ; for that, to defend the right, A generous troop of friends lliall furely come To vindicate thy hooted words and ways. Tending the Pythian vid:or to his home With more than he deferves of love and praife. rUPPERS ( 142 ) WESLEY. Hence, ye profane : and thou, mine honeft mufe, Banifh the worldly blufh from thy falfe cheek, — With liberal voice to Wefley's glory fpeak, The holy man whom God was pleafed to choofe His inftrument ; from one fo good, fo meek, High honour to withhold, or to refufe Were folly, if not fin ; we hail thee then Glad bearer of good tidings unto men. Zealous and noble, worthy of the phrafe In which thy Lord, and ours, hath greeted thee. Well done, thou faithful fervant, thine be praife ! Thefe Chrift-church cloifters thy pure feet have trod Mine have trod too ; grace grant it, — ev'n to me. That like a Wefley I may walk with God. SONNETS. ( H3 ) CHRISTIAN UNION. * That they may all be one ! ' — a blelTed pray'r, Echoed by holy hearts, and felt within As anfwer'd evermore and everywhere Among the fouls redeem'd from death and fin ! For by whatever name the world may care To mock thofe happy ones of earth who win The prize of our high calling, — ftill, as One, They ftand together, one in kith and kin, — Serving The Father, ranfom'd by The Son, And by The Spirit made to live for heaven ! O friends, much loving becaufe much forgiven. Let us be one in heart throughout the globe, — Renouncing narrow thoughts and bitter leaven. One, without rent, as Jesu's woven robe ! r UPPER'S ( 144 ) LINNAEUS. Frefh Nature, gentle nurfe, we run to thee With all the love of childhood's innocent heart. Hiding from thofe dull works and ways of art. Glad to efcape their fchooling, and be free ; O fairy landfcape, — fields and wooded hills. Green valleys, mirror'd lakes and funny rills. Young flowers, and blufhing fruits, and tufted groves. How Eden-like a home of peace are ye. Peopled with angel-guefts, and infant loves ! So companied, and in a fcene fo fweet. High fummer's gorgeous tribute would we bring. And lay them, priefl: of Nature, at thy feet. While their white bells the wedded lilies ring. And kiffing rofes a Linn^us greet. SONNETS. ( H5 ) A GREENHOUSE. Fragrant and frefh, the tropical warm air Lures into lovelinefs my petted flowers. That newly bathed in artificial ihowers, Hide in fweet fhade their thoufand beauties rare : Here, in high pomp, the gorgeous CacStus flings Its eaftern tafl"el down the prickly fl:em, And Fuchfias fpread their tiny fcarlet wings. Like hovering humming-birds in emerald bowers : There, the tall Amaryll's pink diadem Above this lowlier Hyacinth queenly towers ; While Orange-bloflbms, mingling in the throng With blufhing Rofes, and Geraniums bright. Pour forth an eloquent flood of filent fong, And fill my dancing fpirit with delight. TUPPER'S ( 146 ) JOHNSON. Stern moralift, whofe potent intellect Flooded the world with all the Nile of truth. Slave to no mafter, prifoner of no fed:, * Albeit difeafe, and want, and harfh neglect Were long the bitter portion of thy youth. Thine Atlas mind ftood firm beneath the weight. Preaching the noble homily to men That poverty hath ufes real and great. In quickening thought, urging the fluggifh pen. Claiming due labours of the liftlefs brow. Forcing its flowers of wit;, and fruits of fenfe. And, for man's wonder, bidding grandly flow The deluge of a Johnfon's eloquence. Like thundering Niagara, flirong and flow. i SONNETS. ( H7 ) SUCCESS. Succefs hath many friends : fome faithful found, As grown to reverent love and juft efteem ; Some other, not fo hearty as they feem, Veering vane-minded with the winds around : Yet more, the ihams and worldlings, only fcheme Each fhrewdly for his own, clinging to felf More than to him who rifes from the ground, — Pride, reputation, pleafure, common pelf All binding to his wings : but many foes Crowd alfo round Succefs ; the Lion's track Is hunted by an envious jackal-pack Born to be difappointed, and to hate Goodnefs, maligning him behind his back. And vainly lufting for his high eftate. rUPPERS ( h8 ) GALVANI. Thou marvel, life, the indefcribable ! Whether in fpirit, feeming then concrete. Perpetual motion, or pervading heat. Or matter's fubtleft web, thy might doth dwell. How rare, how rank, how various is thy form ! Behold, thou lurkeft in the fallow clod, Climbefh the fir, and grovelleft with the worm, Reigneft in man, and ridefl on the ftorm. Peopling far worlds, — how many who can tell ? The fimple univerfal breath of God : We, darkling children, may not compafs more Than note thine influences, fhill the fame. One caufe, though Legion in effect and name. And with Galvani gratefully adore. ( 149 ) PEACE AND STRIFE. * Live peaceably with all, for aught in thee, If it be poffible : ' — but is it fo. When every faithful word enfures its foe. And wrath and impulfe, in their due degree, Make the lip quiver and the forehead glow ? Peace is not always duty ; peace forfooth Were finful compromife with evil men, Whole armdd phalanx from the feeds of truth Springs forth, a foeman from each dragon's tooth If thou eifayeft good by tongue or pen, Or, worft of all, by force of blamelefs life. One martyrdom is certain ; thou flialt fmart A pierced Sebaftian from the fhafts of ftrife Aim'd at a loving though a zealous heart. o ?, rUPPER'S ( 150 ) WASHINGTON. How might a Briton blefs thee without blame, — Yet how deny thy worth his honefl praife ? Great, virtuous, modeft, whofe unipotted name Is ftamp'd in gold upon the rolls of fame, Whofe brow is circled by her brightefl bays, — Part of thy glory ftill let England claim. For ilill {he loves her noble child always : Where fhall we fearch now, or in ancient days. To find thy peer, — Leonidas in fight. Pure Cincinnatus, meek retiring home, Fabius the wife, or Cato the upright ? Nature hath cull'd the beft of Greece and Rome, And moulding all their virtues into one. Gave to her infant world a Wafhington. SONNETS. ( 151 ) ENGLAND APPROVED. I do believe it, England ! God hath blefl: thee With all prolperity of heaven and earth (As man may fpeak — ) according to thy worth : I do believe, when Duty's power pofleft thee Unfelfiflily, yea fadly, to go forth And bind that proud Barbarian of the North, God's love went too, and as His child careft thee : For, all the fears and perils that oppreft thee Behold them fcatter'd in the fmile of heaven ! Foes are made friends; where famine gauntly glared Plenty and peace and happinefs are given ; Even the peftilence hath ftopp'd and fpared Ourchaften'd homes, — though chaften'd not deftroy'd, And rich in good with thanks to be enjoy'd ! ^UPPER'S ( 152 ) HOWARD. Glorious Apoftle of Humanity, Whofe every thought was love to God and Man, Whofe every day fped one conliftent plan Of energized benevolence, — to thee, O noblefl of the Howards, would I bring A young difciple's worfliip : tell it out, Daughters of guilt, and fons of mifery, Poor prifoners, in a grateful chorus fing. Felons, and common thieves, ye rabble rout Of gaol or galley, vileft, meaneft, worft. Whom but godlike Howard's pitying eye Left to your defperate fate, as things accurft, To greet your Friend in generous rapture fliout. And raife your homage to his home on high ! SONNETS. ( ^53 ) EMIGRATION. O Chriftian patriots, men of mighty heart ! One ftirring word to you : the hour is ripe ; Thoufands are thronging eager to depart From this fierce rivalry in Mammon's mart, To happier fhores where Penury's hard gripe On earth's rich zone is loofen'd : haften then, Pour out your offerings with a Uberal hand, Earneft in zeal to help your fellow-men. And from old England this reproach to wipe That, crowded up in corners of the land. Virtuous toil can ftarve in forrow's den : Up ! ufe your wealth aright ; and prove its worth By generous aid to yonder homelefs band. Who look to you to find them homes on earth. rUPPERS ( 154 ) KLOPSTOCK. Dwell ye then round about us, cheering us Alike in crowded haunts and folitude, Warding from ill, and miniftering good, O bright and blelTed Sabaoth, — is it thus ? Alas, what can we give of gratitude To your pure elTences, that, o'er us each Hovering, delight to love and aid and teach Poor prifoners in the flefli ? — Yon fainted bard Who lang Meffiah, loved the happy thought. Praying that for his angel guide and guard The fpirit of his Cidli might be brought Ev'n from the grave : O lover, didfl: thou err. It were an error with fuch fweetnefs fraught, I too would afk an angel minifter. SONNETS. ( 155 ) TO KLOPSTOCK'S SPIRIT. Immortal mind, fo bright with beautiful thought. And robed fo fair in gentleft fympathy, Thou Chriflian ! by thy guardian angel taught To ftrike the holieft harp of melody. Would I were he for whom thy fpirit fought Profpe(5live with affecflion's longing eye ! I feel I love thee, brother, as I ought ; Look down, and love me too, where'er thou art : Ah ! could I find a kindred echoing heart As true as was thy Cidli's unto thine. How would I blefs the Grace that made her mine ! Yes, love as pure fhould through this bofom dart, As in thy feeling nature nobly dwelt, My thrilling heart fhould feel as thou haft felt. rUPPER'S ( 156 ) NELSON. Well haft thou done thy duty, gallant fon ; What truer fame can greet a mortal's ear Than duty's tafk heroically done ? — So are they hail'd, who better crowns have won : Thou, to the patriot's foul fo juftly dear, O let us blot thy failings with a tear, And read alone the record of thy worth, Man without pride, or hate, or fraud, or fear. Who banifh'd difcord, and gave peace to earth. Thine was the generous heart, though gentle, brave. The will to blefs, the godlike power to fave : What nobler p^an can the poet raife ? A glorious life, an honourable grave, Trafalgar and Aboukir be thy praife ! SONNETS. ( ^57 ) PRESIDENT TAYLOR. ' I am prepared to die ; for I have tried To do my Duty ! ' — Was it Nelfon's twin Who fpake fo like an hero when he died, A Chriftian hero, with forgiven fin ? Yes ! — it is one, Columbia's honeft pride (And mother England's joy, — we claim him too,) Who now is gone far other fpoils to win Than late of Palo- Alto, — higher meed, Trophies of nobler fame, and praife more true Than thofe a grateful country well decreed To her Befh Son ; her beft and braveft fon, Rough for the fight, but Ready heart and hand To make it up again with vicflory won. In war — and peace — the Glory of his Land ! rUPPERS ( 158 ) FELIX NEFF. O brighter conquefts in a better caufe, O nobler champion, O diviner fame ! To the dear honours of thy fainted name A hallowing fympathy my fpirit draws ; Come in, thou holy happy one, come in ! Why ftandeft thou without, — triumphant fhade. Who well haft battled Mifery and Sin, And of the wildernefs a garden made. So blefling man, though meaneft ? — witnefs, Alps, That rear o'er Dormeilleufe your icy fcalps ; Witnefs, thou church of ages, thither driven, A partridge hunted to the glacier chill ; Witnefs the paftor's praife, approving Heaven, — Witnefs it. Earth ! with good he vanquifh'd ill. SONNETS. ( 159 ) AN ASPIRATION. O that I had a paftor near my home Honeft and earnefh, wife and good and kind, A man of gracious heart and vigorous mind, Untainted by the peftilence of Rome : How gladly would I recognife in fuch The guide, the brother, and the prieft combined: With hearty help, albeit perchance not much, Standing beiide him, ftrengthening his hands, — While he, uniting all men by the bands Of Chriftian fellowfliip and focial love, Himfelf fliould illuftrate what God commands. Lift up our hearts to fix their hopes above. And as the minifter of Heaven be found The honour'd friend of every neighbour round ! TUPPERS ( i6o ) GENIUS BOUND. Durham, — I well difcern thy noble thought. This pleading epic builded up of clay, This new-created clod, fo cold and gray Yet fo mindfodden and with feeling fraught. To exquifite perfection ilowly wrought By thy true zeal through many a night and day : Still mull it be as it hath ever been. Genius is bound ; his eagle wings are caught In that old ferpent's coil ; his hands are feen Powerlefs at his lide ; his glances keen Proclaim a quiet holy baffled ftrength, — No vulgar ftruggle with conftraining fate. No concentrated wilfulnefs of hate. But calm refolve to foar aloft at length. SONNETS. ( i6i ) FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE. If ever faint obey'd the great command, Leave all and follow Me ; if ever heart Adted in love the high and holy part Of good Samaritan from land to land, — That praife is thine, O Lady ! and thou art Truly the crown of Chriflian womanhood, With tender eye and miniftering hand Going about like Jesus doing good Among the fick and dying : what a fcene Of wounds and writhing pain and hideous throes For thee to dwell in, — O thou martyr-Queen, Calm dove of peace amid war's vulture woes, Soothing their fury by thy looks ferene. And lulling agony to deep repofe ! 1-2 r UPPERS ( 162 ) WORDSWORTH. We will not forrow for the glorious dead, — Death is The Life to glory's hallow'd fons ! Above this body, in its prifon-bed. Soar the free fpirits of thofe blefled ones. Waiting in hope, on heavenly manna fed : To fuch rich feafl in beauteous raiment led. Why fhould we wail for him, as thofe who wept Some Lycidas or Bion of old time. Mourning as dead the foul that only flept ? No ! rather let the psan rife fublime For nature's poet-priell: from nature's voice, — Let fea and fky be glad, and field and fen. And paftoral vale, and thunder-riven glen. And dewy Rydal in her bard rejoice ! SONNETS. ( 163 ) RYDAL'S BARD. For there, by hill and dale, in fun or iliade. He * communed with the univerfe ' in love ; * The deep foundations of his mind ' were laid. Sphered in their midft, on all around, above : He read God's heart in all His hand hath made : Then, in the majefly of iimple truth. To man's dim mind he fliowed the mind of God Luftrous and lovely, ' full of pity^ and ruth ' For high and low, the funbeam — and the fod ! So did he teach in age, as erfl in youth, — To turn away from paffion's lurid light. And yearn on purer things of lowlier birth. Pure becaufe lowly, — which, in God's own fight, As in his fervants', are the pearls of earth. TUPPER'S ( 164 ) PEEL. Struck down at noon amid the ftartled throng; An eagle £hot while foaring to the fun ; A wounded gladiator dying ftrong. As loath to leave the glories he had won ; A life-long patriot, with his work half done, — Of thee, great Statefman, fliall my mourning fong Arife in due folemnity ! — of thee. Whom the wide world, fo lately and fo long Thine acolyte, would crowd to hear and fee. Their intellediual Athlete, their high name For eloquence and prudence, gifts and powers : But lo ! that ftarry mind, a heavenly flame. Is well enfranchifed from this earth of ours, Tranflated in the zenith of its fame ! SONNETS. ( 165 ) GLADSTONE, AT NAPLES. Well done, great heart ! and happy flialt thou be : The poor that cried, and the fatherlefs, And he that had no helper, now fliall blefs The generous zeal that will not tamely fee Such Dionylian fpite and power opprefs Bodies and fouls, — but vows to fet them free ! For, flill they look in trembling hope to thee, Gladftone, — as under Heaven their only aid ; Thofe many noble, wrong'd, unguilty men. Whom treachery and flander have betray'd Deep to fome Stygian gulf, fome Ifchian den ; There, there to rot, till forceful truth hath made The tyrant, half remorfeful, half afraid. Yield up his captives to thy conquering pen. rUPPERS ( i66 ) CAMBRIDGE. Another of thy chiefs, O Ifrael, Gone to a good man's reft, and high reward. As full of years as honours ; it is well Thus timely to be call'd to meet the Lord ! O Death, — how oft Britannia tolls the knell For thofe flie loves, a mother for her fons ! Yet is it feldom that her tongue can tell More truly how ftie mourns her mighty ones. Than now in honeft forrow fills her breaft ; For he was worthy ; full of kindlinefs, A man of peace, and charity, and truth ; For ever doing good, and feeling bleft (Though nurtur'd as a warrior from his youth) In finding what a joy it is to blefs ! SONNETS. ( 167 ) SAMUEL ROGERS. Nothing of thee fhall perifh, rare old Man ! Thou art an heirloom to the world and us ; Let even me then bring my homage thus, And greet thee with fuch greeting as I can : For thou art not thine own ; the nations claim Thee for their children's children, veteran, A fpirit walking in immortal fame. The friend of Memory : Death is none of thine, Nor Self, the death of foul ; thou wilt not fpurn An acolyte, whofe venturous footfteps turn Out of the track to offer at thy flirine : Becaufe Italian funs and clalTic fkies Have ripened all thy heart-blood into wine Excellent, ipiritual, pure and wife. rUPPERS ( i68 ) MORSE'S TELEGRAPH. A good and generous fpirit ruled the hour ; Old jealoulies were drowned in brotherhood ; Philanthropy rejoiced that fkill and power. Servants to fcience, compafs all men's good ; And over all. Religion's banner ftood Upheld by thee, true patriarch of the plan Which in two hemifpheres was fchemed to fliower Mercies from God on univerfal Man : Yes, this electric chain from Eaft to Weft More than mere metal, more than Mammon can Bind us together, kinfmen, in the beft As moft affectionate and frankefl bond. Brethren at one, — and, looking far beyond, The World in an electric Union bleff. SONNETS. ( 169 ) NIAGARA. I long'd for Andes all around, and Alps, Hoar kings and priefls of Nature, robed in fnow, Throned as for judgment in a folemn row. With icy mitres on their granite fcalps. Dumb giants, frowning at the ftrife below — I long'd for The Sublime ! — Thou art too Fair, Too fair, Niagara, to be fublime ; In calm flow ftrength thy mighty floods o'erflow, And fl:and a cliff of catarafts in the air — Yet, — all too beauteous Water-bride of Time, — Veil'd in foft miflis, and cindur'd by the bow. Thy paflioral charms may fafcinate the flght. But have not force to fet my foul aglow, Raptur'd by fear, and wonder, and delight. TUPPER'S ( 170 ) TO AMERICA. Columbia, child of Britain, — noblefl child ! I praife the growing luftre of thy worth. And fain would fee thy great heart reconciled To love the mother of fo bleft a birth : For we are one, Columbia ! ftill the fame In lineage, language, laws, and ancient fame. The natural nobility of earth : Yes, we are one ; the glorious days of yore When dear old England earn'd her ftoried name. Are thine as well as ours for evermore ; And thou haft rights in Milton, ev'n as we, [wild,' Thou too canft claim * fweet Shakfpeare's wood-notes And chiefeft, brother, we are both made free Of one Religion, pure and undeiiled ! ( 171 ) ENGLAND'S CHILD. I blame thee not, as other fome have blamed, — The highborn heir had grown to man's eftate ; I mock thee not as fome who fhould be fhamed. Nor ferret out thy faults with envious hate ; Far otherwife, by generous love inflamed. Patriot I praife my country's foreign Son, Rejoicing in the blaze of good and great That diadems thy head ! — go on, go on, Young Hercules, thus travelling in might, Boy-Plato, filling all the Weft with light. Thou new Themiftocles for enterprife. Go on and profper. Acolyte of Fate ! And, precious child, dear Ephraim, turn thofe eyes, — For thee thy Mother's yearning heart doth wait. rUPPER'S ( 172 ) COLUMBIA'S FUTURE. Let aged Britain claim the claffic Paft, A ihining track of bright and mighty deeds. For thee I prophecy the Future vaft Whereof the Prefent fows its giant feeds : Corruption and decay may gather faft O'er dear old England ; yet a few dark years. And we may die as nations died of yore ! But, in the millions of thy teeming fhore — Thy patriots, fages, warriors, faints, and feers — We live again, Columbia ! yea, once more Unto a thoufand generations live. The mother in the child ; to all the Weft Through Thee fhall We earth's choiceft blefTings give, Ev'n as our Orient world in Us is bleft. SONNETS. ( ^73 ) OUR WESTERN SON. Thou noble fcion of an ancient root, Born of the forefh king ! fpread forth, fpread forth, — High to the flars thy tender leaflets fhoot. Deep dig thy fibres round the ribs of earth : From fea to fea, from South to icy North, It mufl ere long be thine, through good or ill, To ftretch thy finewy boughs : Go, — wondrous Child ' The glories of thy deftiny fulfil ; — Remember then thy Mother in her age. Shelter her in the tempeft, warring wild. Stand thou with us when all the nations rage So furioufly together ! — we are one : And, through all time, the calm hiftoric page Shall tell of Britain bleft in thee her Son ! r UPPERS ( 174) REPULSIONS. Love is akin to peace, that mother's child. Dying of clamour : love, the lamp of life. Shines as a moon in harveft, mellow and mild. Not flaring up with Etna's fiery ftrife : Love fhrinks from all contention ; gentle things. The charitable thought and word and deed. The patient cheerfulnefs that fits and fings. Plying its daily duty, well agreed With all around, — here Love may fold his wings : But he fhall fpread them, hafting to be freed From meannefi^es and fiirifes ; the jealous look. The jarring nerves of a difcordant tongue. He cannot dwell with thefe ; and will not brook Such poifon-afps his flowers and fruits among. ( us ) ATTRACTIONS. Love muft have lovelinefs to feed upon. Or he fliall ftarve : the beautiful, the pure. The iifler-fpirit's innocent fweet lure Drawing out fragrance like a gentle fun, — The franknefs, yet the tendernefs, of truth Nourifhing up for their immortal youth The nurfelings of Aifed:ion one by one, — With charities, and looks and voices kind. The gracious heart, the free and generous mind,- Thefe are Love's intimates, his brotherhood, Joy of his foul and apple of his eye. The noble, and the comely, and the good ; But, if fuch true companions be not nigh. He pines away for want of fpirit-food. TUPPER'S ( 176 ) FALSE PATIENCE. But this dead level, — Patience ; what a change From Paffion's craggy glens and crefted heights ! What a dull ebb, — ftagnation fad and ftrange From Feeling's tide of boundlefs ocean range With flooding hopes and terrors and delights ! O Patience, — yet thou haft a bafer name Cut in the flint of man's enduring heart, — Callous Contempt alike of fcorn and fame. Self, well refigned to play the Stoic part. Or truer, as an Epicure, to ftand Balancing prefent comforts in the hand With cold philofophy : fee, that thou difown This evil fruit of worldly trouble fown Which Man calls Patience, God, the heart of flone. SONNETS. ( U7 ) TRUE PATIENCE. The martyred Ipirit that can fhrink and feel. Gently enduring long ; the generous mind After ill-ufage waiting to be kind; The man who for his enemy can kneel And beg from Heav'n forgivenefs for his fin : The outraged heart, all tendernefs within. Though like a hero plated up in fteel ; Thefe be the Patient ones whom God approves : He wills no feeling quench'd, no hope deflroy'd; He claims affection's life, the warmth of zeal. All nobleft ad:ive impulfes and loves Energized, and encouraged, and enjoy'd, — Then counfels Patience ; with her oily balm Lulling life's rougheft furface to a calm. TUPPER'S ( 178 ) SPITHEAD. A day for patriot thoughts of honeft pride, A day for praife to Heaven, as is moil meet ; When England pours upon the peaceful tide Her willing thoufands, thronging far and wide Our Ocean-Queen in joyfulnefs to greet: Lo ! how majeftic fhands the giant Fleet Robed in white thunderclouds, that roll away Amid thefe deafening clamours, to difplay The black-embattled hulls, and overhead Their taper fpars, or glittering canvas fpread : While, all around, on this glad holiday. The white-winged yachts, like fea-birds, flit about, And crowded fteamers, drefl in pennons gay. Cheer as they pafs, and reel beneath the ihout. SONNETS. ( 179 ) CHOBHAM. Once more a filent folitary fpot, Chobham, — already thofe thy glories feem Half-loft to memory, like a fading dream Of martial fights and founds, which now are not : The tents, array'd fo trim, that ufed to teem With merry humours, all are fwept away ; Where is the Rifleman, — the kilted Scot, — The helm'd Life-guardfman, — and the Lancer gay ? Where are the Guns, that thunder'd thick and hot Galloping furioufly through the fray ? All, all are gone : and where with ftirring tramp The troops defiling proudly wont to pafs. Nothing is feen to cheer this rugged fwamp But fpotted fundews and wild cotton-grafs ! rUPPER'S ( i8o) A RISE. Come, then, coy Zephyr, waft my feather'd bait Over this ripphng {hallow's tiny wave To yonder pool, whofe calmer eddies lave Some Triton's ambufh, — where he lies in wait To catch my fkipping fly ; there drop it lightly : A rife, — by Glaucus ! but he mifT'd the hook — Another ! — fafe ; the monarch of the brook. With broadflde like a falmon's, gleaming brightly ! Off let him race, and wafte his prowefs there ; The dread of Damocles, a Angle hair Will tax my fkill to take this fine old trout : So — lead him gently : quick — the net, the net ! Now gladly lift the glittering beauty out, Hued like a dolphin, fweet as violet. SONNETS. ( i8i ) THE TROPHY. O, thou haft robb'd the Nereids, gentle brother, Of fome fwift fairy meftenger ; behold His dappled livery prankt with red and gold Shows him their favourite page : juft fuch another Sad Galatsea to her Acis fent To teach the new-born fountain how to flow. And track, with loving hafte, the way fhe went Down the rough rocks, and thro' the flowery plain, E'en to her home where coral branches grow. And where the fea-nymph clafps her love again : We, the while, terrible as Polypheme, Brandifh the liflx)m rod, and featly try Once more to throw the ternpting treacherous fly. And win a brace of trophies from the ftream. TUPPER'S ( 182 ) ARMY PURCHASE. If only merit ever fhould prevail, And birth and money take their low^er feat, (Unlefs deferving too, as is moft meet,) If ever zeal and prowefs fhould not fail Of honour and promotion and command. They ought to help the Soldier : in his hand The country's v\^elfare, glory, and defence Bound up like fafces round the colours ftand : But, outraging both right and common fenfe. Merit w^ith us is nothing ; cafh and friends. And years, produce our chieftains rich and old ; While the poor gentleman, w^hom England fends To guard the right amid Crimean cold. Is crufhed beneath the Mammon he defends. ( i83 ) ARMY CASTE. O that a fpirit kindlier and lefs cold. More brotherly, more equal, could be feen Thofe members of one family between, Our troops and their commanders ! All are bold. All heroes in the field; but hard routine Sets cafte and clafs each by itfelf afide. The Have of fafhion, luxury, and pride : Ah ! fhame, to knit the brow and blanch the cheek ! Yon fierce-lipp'd major, rich and well-allied And pampered up for pleafures at his mefs, To thefe poor privates hardly deigns to fpeak, And has no heart to cheer them in diftrefs : Hafte, nobler natures, — thofe old barriers break. And gladden comrades by new kindlinefs. ( i84 ) WINTER. As fome fair ftatue, white and hard and cold. Smiling in marble, rigid yet at reft. Or like fome gentle child of beauteous mould, Whofe placid face and foftly fwelling breaft Are fix'd in death, and on them bear impreft His magic feal of peace, — fo, frozen lies The lovelinefs of Nature : every tree Stands hung with lace againft the clear blue fkies ; The hills are giant waves of gliftering fnow ; Rare northern fowl, now ftrangely tame to fee, With ruffling plumage clufter on the bough. And tempt the murderous gun; moufe-like the wren Hides in the new-cut hedge, and all things now Fear ftarving Winter more than cruel men. SONNETS. ( 185 ) SUMMER. Warm Summer ! yes, the very word is warm ; The hum of bees is in it, and the fight Of funny fountains glancing filver hght, And the rejoicing world, and every charm Of happy nature in her hour of love. Fruits, flowers, and flies, in rainbow-glory bright The fmile of God glows gracioufly above. And genial earth is grateful ; day by day Old faces come again, with blolToms gay. Gemming in gladnefs meadow, garden, grove : Hafte with thy harveft then, my foften'd heart. Awake thy better hopes of better days. Bring in thy fruits and flowers of thanks and praife. And in creation's psan take thy part. _ ( i86) DEATH. Ghaftly and weak, O dreadful monarch Death, With faiUng feet I near thy lilent realm. Upon my brain ftrikes chill thine icy breath, My fluttering heart thy terrors overwhelm : Thou fullen pilot of life's crazy bark. How treacheroufly thou puttefl; down the helm Juft where fmooth eddies hide the funken rock; While clofe behind follows the hungry fhark Snuffing his meal from far, fwift with black fin The foam dividing, — ha ! that fudden fliock Splits my frail fkiff; upon the billows dark A drowning wretch awhile ftruggling I float. Till, jufl: as I had hoped the wreck to win, I feel thy bony fingers clutch my throat. SONNETS. ( 187) LIFE. life, O glorious ! fifter-twin of light, ElTence of Godhead, energizing love. Hail, gentle conqueror of dead cold night. Hail, on the waters kindly-brooding dove ! 1 feel thee near me, in me : thy ftrange might [high Flies through my bones like fire, — my heart beats With thy glad prefence ; pain and fear and care Hide from the lightning laughter of mine eye ; No dark unfeafonable terrors dare Difturb me, revelling in the luxury, The new-found luxury of life and health. This blithefome elafticity of limb. This pleafure, in which all my fenfes fwim. This deep outpouring of a creature's wealth ! ( i88 ) MATTER. In the deep clay of yonder fluggifli flood The huge behemoth makes his ancient lair, And with flow caution heavily wallows there, Moving above the fl:ream, a mound of mud : And near him, ftretching to the river's edge In denfe dark grandeur, ftands the fllent wood, Whofe unpierced jungles, choked with rotten fedge, Prifon the damp air from the frefliening breeze : Lo ! the rhinoceros comes down this way Thundering furioufly on, — and fnorting fees The harmlefs monflier at his awkward play. And ruflies on him from the crafhing trees, — A dreadful fliock : as when the Titans hurl'd Againfl: high Jove the Himalayan world ! SONNETS. ( 189 ) SPIRIT. Throw me from this tall cliff, — my wings are ftrong. The hurricane is raging fierce and high. My fpirit pants, and all in heat I long To fly right upward to a purer fky. And fpurn the clouds beneath me rolling by ; Lo, thus into the buoyant air I leap Confident and exulting, at a bound Swifter than whirlwinds happily to fweep On fiery wing the reeling world around : Off with my fetters ! — who fhall hold me back ? My path lies there, — the lightning's fudden track O'er the blue concave of the fathomlefs deep, — O that I thus could conquer fpace and time. Soaring above this world in ftrength fublime ! rUPPERS ( 190 ) WORLDLY. Idolater of gold, I love thee not ; The orbits of our hearts are fphered afar, In lieu of tuneful fympathies, I wot. My thoughts and thine are all at utter jar, Becaufe thou judgefl by what men have got, Heeding but lightly what they do or are : Alas, for thee ! this luft of gold fhall mar. Like leprous ftains, the tilTue of thy lot. And drain the natural moifture from thy heart Alas ! thou heedeft not how poor thou art, Weigh'd in the balances of truth, how vain : O wrecking mariner, fling out thy freight. Or founder with the heavily finking weight, Thofe ingots round thy neck of ill-got gain. SONNETS. ( 191 ) WORTHY. Rather be thou my counfellor and friend. Good man tho' poor, whofe treafure with thy heart Is ftored and fet upon that better part. Choice of thy wifdom, without wafte or end : How cheerful is thy face, how glad thou art ! Ufing the world with all its bounteous ftore Of richeft bleffings, comforts, loves, and joys. Which thine all-healthy hunger prizeth more Than the gorged fool whom linful furfeit cloys ; Still, not forgetful of thy nobler felf. The breath divine within thee, — but with care Cherifhing the faint fpark that glimmereth there. Nor by Brazilian flavery to pelf Plunging thy taper into poifon'd air. rUPPERS ( 192 ) PROSE. That the fine edge of intelleft is dull'd And mortal ken with cloudy films obfcure. And the numb'd heart fo deep in flupor luU'd That virtue's felf is weak its love to lure. This is thy fall, O man ; and therefore thofe Whofe aims are earthy, like pedeftrian profe,- The felfifh, ufeful, money-making plan. Cold language of the deik, or quibbling bar, Where in hard matter finks ideal man : Still, worldly teacher, be it from me far Thy darknefs to confound with yon bright band Poetic all, though not fo named by men. Who have fway'd royally the mighty pen. And now as kings in profe on Pifgah ftand. SONNETS. ( 193 ) POETRY. To touch the heart, and make its pulfes thrill, To raife and purify the grovelling foul. To warm with generous heat the felfifh will, To conquer paffion with a mild control. And the whole man with nobler thoughts to fill, Thefe are thine aims, O pure unearthly power, Thefe are thine influences ; and therefore thofe Whofe wings are clogg'd with evil, are thy foes : And therefore thefe, who have thee for their dower. The widow'd ipirits with no portion here. Eat angels' food, the manna thou doft fhower : For thine are pleafures, deep, and tried, and true. Whether to read, or write, or think, or hear, Spurn'd by the million, fed on by the few. r UPPERS ( 194 ) MALICE. White Devil ! turn from me thy louring eye. Let thy lean lip unwreathe its bitter fmile, Down thine own throat I force its ftill-born lie. And teach thee to digeft it in thy bile, — But I will merrily mock at thee the while : Such venom cannot harm me ; for I lit On a fair hill of name, and power, and purfe. Too high for any fhaft of thine to hit. Beyond the petty reaching of thy curfe. Strong in good purpofe, praife, and pregnant wit : Hulband thy hate for toads of thine own level, I breathe an atmofphere too rare for thee : And know thou this, — I'll crufh thee, forry devil. If ever again thou wag thy tongue at me. SONNETS. ( 195 ) CHEERFULNESS. Come to my heart of hearts, thou radiant face ! So would I gaze for ever on thy fairnefs ; Thine eyes are fmiUng ftars, and holy grace BlolToms thy fweet cheek with exotic rarenefs, Treliffing it with jafmin- woven lace : Come, laughing maid, — yet in thy laughter calm, — Be this thy home, and live here evermore, With all thy fifter graces fair to fee Dancing, and mingling with the dance bright flore Of merry whifpers, and young innocent glee ; O come, thou finger of Life's happiefl pfalm, Solace my days with thy delicious balm. And hover o'er my nightly couch, fweet dove, — I live in joy, by living in thy love. rUPPERS , ( 196 ) RICHES. Heaps upon heaps, — hillocks of yellow gold. Jewels, and hanging lilks, and piled-up plate. And marble groups in beauty's choiceft mould, And viands rare, and odours delicate. And art and nature, in divinefl works. Swell the full pomp of my triumphant ftate With all that makes a mortal glad and great ; — Ah ! no, not glad : within my fecret heart The dreadful knowledge, like a death-worm, lurks. That all this dream of life muft foon depart ; And the hot curfe of talents mifapplied Bliflers my confcience with its burning fmart ; For my poor foul, when its rich mate hath died, Muft lie with Dives, fpoil'd of all his pride. SONNETS. ( 197 ) POVERTY. The fun is bright and glad, but not for me, My heart is dead to all but pain and forrow. Nor care nor hope have I in all I fee. Save from the fear that I may ftarve to-morrow ; And eagerly I feek uncertain toil. Leaving my finews in the thanklefs furrow, To drain a fcanty pittance from the foil. While my life's lamp burns dim for lack of oil : Alas, for you, poor famifhing patient wife, And pale-faced little ones ! your feeble cries Torture my foul : worfe than a blank is life Beggar'd of all that makes that life a prize : Yet one thing cheers me, — is not life the door To that Rich World where no one can be poor? — rUPPERS ( 198 ) NATURE. I ftray'd at evening to a fylvan fcene Dimpling with nature's fmile the flern old mountain, A fhady dingle, quiet, cool, and green,' [tain ; Where the mofs'd rock pours forth its natural foun- And hazels clufter there, with fern between, And meadow-fweet perfumes the dewy maze : Then was I calm and happy : for the voice Of nightingales unfeen in tremulous lays Taught me with innocent gladnefs to rejoice. And tuned my Ipirit to unformal praife : So among filver'd moths, and clofmg flowers. Gambolling hares, and rooks returning home. And ftrong-wing'd chafers fetting out to roam. In carelefs peace I pafT'd the foothing hours. SONNETS. ( 199 ) ART. The malTy fane of architecture olden. Or fretted minarets of marble white. Or Moorifh arabefque, begemm'd and golden. Or porcelain Pagoda flafhing bright, Or high-fpann'd arches, — grand were fuch a fight : Nor lefs yon gallant ihip, that treads the waves In a triumphant filence of delight. Like fomehuge fwan, with her fair wings unfurl'd, Whofe curved fides the laughing water laves. Bearing her buoyant o'er the liquid world ; Nor lefs yon filken monfter of the fky. Around whofe wicker car the clouds are curl'd, Helping undaunted man to fail on high Nearer the fun than eagles dare to fly ! r UPPERS ( 200 ) AVERSION. Coarfe, vain and vulgar, ignorant and mean, Senfual and fordid in each hope and aim, Seliifh in appetite^, and bafely keen In tracking out grofs pleafure's guilty game. Such an one, like an Afreet, have I feen Shedding o'er this fair world his balefire fpite. And can I love him? — far be from my thought To {how not fuch the charities I ought, — But from his converfe fliould I reap delight ? Nor bid the tender fproutings of my mind Shrink from his evil, as from bane and blight. Nor back upon themfelves my feelings roll ? — O moral monfter, lovelefs and unkind. Thou art as wormwood to my fecret foul ! SONNETS, ( 201 ) ATTRACTION. Gentle, but generous, modeil:, pure, and learned. Ready to hear the fool, or teach the wife. With gracious heart that all within him burndd To wipe the tears from virtue's bleifed eyes. Such an one, like a God, have I difcerned Walking in goodnefs this polluted earth. And cannot choofe but love him : to my foul Sway'd irreliftibly with fweet control. So rare and noble feems thy precious worth, That the young fibres of my happier heart. Like tendrils to the fun, are ftretching forth To twine around thy fragrant excellence, O child of love : — fo dear to me thou art. So coveted by me thy good influence ! TlJPPERS ( 202 ) MODERN. Behold, I fland upon a fpeck of earth To work the works allotted me, — and die ; Glad among toils to fnatch a little mirth. And, when I muft, unmurmuring down to lie In the fame foil that gave me food and birth : For all that went before me, what care I ? The paft, the future, — thefe are but a dream ; I want the tangible good of prefent worth, And heed not wifps of light that dance and gleam Over the marfhes of the foolifli paft : We are a race the beft, becaufe the laft. Improving all, and happier day by day To think our chofen lot hath not been caft In thofe old puerile times, well fwept away. SONNETS. ( 203 ) ANCIENT. My fympathies are all with times of old, I cannot live with upftarts of to-day. But fpirits caft in a feverer mould, Of folid worth, like elemental gold : I love to wander o'er the clafTic paft, Dreaming of dynafties long fwept away. And feel myfelf at once the leaft and laft Of Time's Cyclopic race, decaying faft : For I can dote upon the rare antique. Conjuring up what ftory it might tell, The bronze, or bead, or coin, or quaint relique ; And in a defert could delight to dwell Among vaft ruins, — Tadmor's flately halls, Old Egypt's fanes, or Babel's mouldering walls. rUPPERS ( 204 ) PRACTICE. This body, O the body of this death ! Strive as thou wilt, do all that mortal can. This is the fum, — a man is but a man. And weak in error ftrangely wandereth Down flowery ways with pain and peril fraught, Confcious of what he doth, and what he ought : Alas ! but wherefore ? — fcarce my plaintive breath Wafts its faint queftion to the lifliening fky. When thus in anfwer fome kind Spirit faith ; Man, thou art mean, although thine aims be high All matter hath one law, concent'ring ftrong To fome attradlive point, — and thy world's core Is the foul gravitating throne of Wrong, — Which Right fhall foon throw down for evermore. SONNETS. ( 205 ) THEORY. How fair and facile feems that upland road ! Surely the mountain air is frefh and fweet, And brifkly fhall I bear this mortal load With well-braced finews and unweary feet ; How dear my fellow pilgrims oft to greet O'ertaken, as to reach yon blefl abode We ftrive together, in glad hope to meet With angels, and as equal priefts and kings. All that in life we once have loved fo well. So thofe we loved be worthy : her bright wings My willing fpirit plumes, and upward fprings Rejoicing, over crag and fen and fell. And down — or up — the cliff's precipitous face, To run or fly her buoyant happy race. rUPPER'S ( 206 ) HOME, WRETCHED. Scene of difunion, bickering, and ftrife, What curfe has made thy native bleffings die ? Why do thefe broils embitter daily life. And hard felf-intereft form the ftrongefl tie ? Hate ill-concealed is flashing from the eye. And muttered vengeance curls the pallid lip ; What fhould be harmony is all at jar ; Doubt and referve love's timid blolToms nip. And v^eaken nature's links to ropes of fand ; While dull indifference takes the icy hand (O chilling touch !) of conftrained fellowship : What fecret demon has fuch difcord fann'd ? What ill committed ftirs this penal war ? What good omitted ? — Woe, that fuch things are ! SONNETS. ( 207 ) HOME, HAPPY. O name for comfort, refuge, hope and peace ! O fpot by gratitude and memory bleft ! Where, as in brighter worlds, * the wicked ceafe From troubhng and the weary are at reft,' And all the Loves and Graces have their neft : How brightly here thofe jewelled Virtues ihine Where nothing faid or done is feen amifs, While fweet affediions every heart entwine. And righteoufnefs and peace together kifs. And all is human love, and love divine : Thou little kingdom of ferene delight, Heaven's nurfery and foretafte, — O what blifs Where, in defpite of toil, in want's defpite. Earth gives her child a paradife like this. rUPPEKS ( 208 ) MISANTHROPIC. How long am I to fmell this tainted air. And in a peft-houfe draw my daily breath, ' Where nothing but the fordid fear of death Reft rains from grander guilt than cowards dare ? O loathfome, defpicable, petty race. Low counterfeits of devils, villanous men. Sooner than herd with any human face I'll make my home in the hyasna's den Or live with newts and bullfrogs in the fen. For thefe at leaft are honeft ; — but — with man. The beft will cheat and ufe you if he can ; The beft is only varnifhed o'er with grace. Subtle for felf, for damning mammon keen. Cruel, luxurious, treacherous, proud, and mean. SONNETS. ( 209 ) PHILANTHROPIC. Come near me, friends and brothers; hem me round With the dear faces of my fellow-men, The mufic of your tongues with magic found Shall charm my heart, and make me happiefl then ; My foul yearns over you : the fitting hen Cowers not more fondly o'er her callow brood. Than, in mofl kind excufe of all* your ill, My heart is warm and patient for your good : O that my power were equal to my will ! Then would I blefs you as I love you ftill. Forgiving as I trufh to be forgiven ; Here, vileft of my kind, take hand and heart, I alfo am a man, — 'tis all thou art, An erring, needy penfioner of Heaven. t2 TUPPER'S ( 2IO ) MEANNESS. Where vice is virtue, thou art ftill defpifed, petty loathfome luft of hoarded pelf, Ev'n in the pit where all things vile are prized Still is there found in Lucifer himfelf Spirit enough to hate thee, fordid thing : Thank Heav'n ! I own in thee nor lot nor part; And though to many a fault and folly cling The worfe weak fibres of my weedy heart. Yet to the dull temptation of thy fin My infiiant welcome is, depart, depart ! For to my fenfe fo foul and bafe thou art, 1 would not flioop to thee this world to win : Aroint thee, filching hand and heart of ftone. Thou art like Death, unfated felfifh one ! ( 211 ) LIBERALITY. Give while thou canft, it is a godlike thing ; Give what thou canft, thou ihalt not find it lofs ; Yea, fell and give, much gain fuch barteries bring ; Yea, all thou haft, and get fine gold for drofs : Still, fee thou fcatter wifely ; for to fling Good feed on rocks, or fands, or thorny ground, Were ill to copy Him, whofe generous crofs Hath this poor world with rich falvation crown'd ; And when thou look'ft on woes and want around. Knowing that thou art but a fteward of wealth. That better it is to give than to receive. That riches cannot buy thee joy nor health, — Why hinder thine own mercies ? thoufands grieve Whom 'twere thy blifs to gladden and relieve. rUPPERS ( 212 ) PROTESTING TRUTH. Protejftant faints, is it the truth, indeed. That cold negations merely, or in chief. Make up the forry texture of your creed — A torn and flimfy robe of non-belief ? No ! freely as your fathers would ye bleed, Politive witnelTes for truth and good ; Worfhipping God, inftead of ftone and wood, Pleading all merit folely in His Son, Spurning each other fabulous help and aid. And mediation — for there is but One ! Moreover, this : none ever ftoutly flood Againft the Falfe, but that his temper'd blade, Pruning that bitter fhoot, ftrengthen'd the bud. The bud of Truth, whofe bloom fliall never fade. SONNETS. ( 213 ) UNHOLY ALLIANCE. Yes, we proteft ! In juft and generous ftrife We combat Rome, the idolatrous and proud : How fliould the adultrefs and the married wife Together walk adown the vale of life. In a falfe peace and union difallow'd ? True, there be fome pure Abdiels in the crowd. Faithful among the faithlefs ; here and there A Fenelon, a Pafcal, whom to love Were joy, and privilege to meet above : — Accidents all, as angels fcant and rare : Far other, carved in rock, and dyed in black. Stand in the fun Rome's evil qualities — Fraud, force, extortion, pride, the ftake, the rack, Blafpheming guilt, and mad idolatries ! rUPPERS ( 214 ) WHITE SLAVERY. They tell of horrors on another fhore, Injuftice, thraldom, chains and goads and whips, And human-nature fmothered to the lips In felf- wrung feas of tears and fweat and gore : O Heaven, — avenge fuch woes for evermore ! But, England ! fomewhat is there againft Thee ; Too oft thy Sun is flirouded in eclipfe. Thy Glory quench'd in Shame : too often here Thy fons and daughters, children of the free, Beneath Oppreffion's heel in pain and fear Are but as bondmen, — but not long fhall be : Already our tafkmafters and their Haves Seem changing places ; and each coming year Shall bring more changes on its winds and waves. SONNETS. ( 215 ) EMANCIPATED. Yea, be of better comfort, Englifh heart ! [Wrong The day has dawn'd when our whole fcheme of After its toils and griefs and fuffering long Muft end, — and all that train of ills depart : Not now a weed, O labouring man thou art ; Thews are not cheap and common, worthlefs ftock. But fcarcer rife in value ; focial ill Works its own cure, and wealth no more fhall mock The rights of labour, nor the freeman's will : Strikes — let them fail ! but Induftry and Skill Shall wreflle down the defpots, till they crave Help of all helpers ; ay, and Time's old clock Will foon ftrike Freedom for our Britifh Have, The long-hoped hour his handcuffs to unlock. TUPPER'S ( 216 ) TOWN. Enough of lanes, and trees, and valleys green. Enough of briary wood, and hot chalk-down ; I hate the ftartling quiet of the fcene. And long to hear the gay glad hum of town : My garden be the garden of the Graces, Flowers full of fmiles, with Failiion for their queen, My lanes and fields be crowds of joyous faces, A trifle pleafanter than folitude. Better than cultivating crops or weeds. Or the dull company of ruftics rude, Whofe only hopes are bound in clods and feeds : Out on it ! let me live in town delight. And for your tedious country-mornings bright Give me gay London with its noon and night. SONNETS. ( 217 ) COUNTRY. Moft tranquil, innocent, and happy life. Full of the holy joy chafte Nature yields, Redeem'd from care, and lin, and the hot flrife That rings around the fmoked unwholefome dome Where mighty Mammon his black fceptre wields, — Here let me reft in humble cottage home, Here let me labour in the enamell'd fields : How pleafant in thefe ancient woods to roam With kind-eyed friend, or kindly-teaching book ; Or the frefh morning gallop on the downs ; Or at fair eventide with feather'd hook To flrike the fwift trout in the pebbly brook ; Or, refcued from the fmoke and din of towns, Simply to live in my fweet country nook. TUPPER'S ( 218 ) THE RUSSIAN WAR. Where will it end ? — Demolifh what we may Of forts and fleets and hecatombs of lives. Nothing is done if Nicholas furvives, A Titan thrown but to renew the fray : Scathelefs in hoflile vi(flory's proudeft day Far off the folitary defpot thrives ; And, ere we touch him, we muft wade knee-deep Through feas of fervile but unguilty blood. And, while our cannons to deftrudiion fweep Hofl: after hofl of that ferf-multitude, He, in his malachite and golden pride. Will neither heed home-woes nor foreign might. But madly wilful thus will ftand afide. And watch fecure the ftruggling millions fight. SONNETS. ( 219 ) THE CAUSE. One man, — a defpot ruthlefs and infane, Counted a God by his barbarian hordes, One man, whofe luftful will is hot to gain The whole world's throne thro' their fanatic fwords. He, monarch of their wills and deeds and words, Evil, ambitious, pamper'd, proud, and vain. Forces the conteft : truly, is this war A war of principles ; for England fights. Champion of freedom, with a tyrant Czar, Protefting manfully for all men's rights Againft their bad enilaver : let kings reign As God's chief fervants for His people's good ; But, if both God and Man their hearts difdain, They are rejected, — let them be withftood. TUPPER'S ( 220 ) JUDGED. A righteous retribution, ftern and fwift, A world up-ftirring and portentous thing ! The Lord hath ftricken thee, thou wicked King, Whofe mad ambition dared ufurp thy gift Of government, to bind upon thy brow An univerfal crown ; who durft uplift Thy power, all laws and liberties to bring Beneath imperial ferfdom : yet, as now [thou ! Dead, — foil'd and fcorn'd and fhamed, — how mean art O Mother England, let the foftering wing Of Heaven be ftill thy buckler : other fears And other foes rife dimly on the light ; For all the friendlinefs that now appears. Stand well on guard, and God defend the right! SONNETS. ( 221 ) ALFRED'S MEMORIAL: 1849. In fimple majefty ferenely mild. By pain well chafl:en'd,and made wife through grief. Calm like a king, while gentle like a child. Yet firm as may become the nation's chief, Alfred ! I ftand in thought before thee now, And to thy throne in duteous homage bow. After a thoufand years ! My foul is glad. Thus to have roufed to thankful thoughts of thee, From this dull mift of modern bafe and bad. The world of Engliilimen ; that haply we. United now again, as once thy will Determined, and ftill mindful of thy worth, O Paragon of goodnefs, force, and fkill. Like thee, may live a bleffing upon earth. u i TUPPER'S ( 222 ) ALFRED'S CHILDREN. Thy children, King of Men ! thy faithful ones, The boldly cheerful, true in head and heart, Salute thy crown with reverence as thy fons. And joy to fee thee honour'd as thou art. By millions everywhere : behold, O King ! Thefe,whom old England's laws, old England's tongue. And all the good that of thy fowing fprung Have nourifli'd up like thee in everything. Claim thee for Father ; yea, yon untold hoft. Ever the firft to conquer and control, Amballadors of truth to every coaft. And mercy's meifengers from pole to pole. Thee, mighty King, their bright example boaft. And date their glories from thy Saxon foul. SONNETS. ( 223 ) BRITAIN AND COLUMBIA. Then, Brothers, be at peace and love each other. Let us contend for maftery no more, — Britain ! Columbia ! let the name of brother Echo with tendernefs from fhore to fhore : We dare not hope that alien wars are o'er ; We fear there yet mufl rage the ftrife of tongues The races and religions of mankind. Mixing tumultuouily their rights and wrongs. Yet with the flefh will battle out the mind : But us, one fpeech unites ; to us, one birth. One altar, and one home, one Paft belongs ; One glorious Prefent over all the earth ; One Future ! hark, the flrain prophetic fwelling. Brothers in unity together dwelling ! rUPPERS ( 224 ) ASCOT: WHEN HERO WON. Modern Olympia ! £horn of all their pride, The patriot Ipirit, and unlucred praife, — Thou art a type of thefe degenerate days. When love of fimple honour all hath died ; Oh dufty, gay, and eager multitude. Agape for gold — No ! do not thus condemn ; For hundreds here are innocent, and good, And young, and fair, among — but not of — them ; And hundreds more enjoy with gratitude This well-earn'd holiday, fo bright and green : Do not condemn ! it is a ftirring fcene. Though vanity and folly fill it up : Look, how the mettled racers pleafe the Queen Ha ! brave John Day — a Hero wins the cup ! SONNETS. ( 225 ) THE ART TREASURES: 1857. O God ! how wondrous is Thy creature, Man, In fpite of all his mifery and fni, Warrings without and wickednefs within That fhrivel every bleffing to a ban : How glorioufly through all his ftrife and fchifm Thy perfed attributes, intenfely bright. Show milder and full-coloured in the fight Of fallen man, creation's broken prifm ! How richly is he undlion'd with the chrifm Of Thine own wealths and wifdoms manifold ! This paradife of treafures, new and old. Ripe with the rareft fruits and flowers of Art, Pid:ures and ivories, and gems and gold. To Thee, Great Spirit, lift both mind and heart. r UPPERS ( 226 ) ART-INFLUENCES. Ah ! do they — can they ? rather would they hide In creature-fairnefs the Creator's face, Pampering man's indomitable pride To jftand alone, unhelp'd of God and grace : How few behold their Father in this place,— On all thofe pleafant pid:ures note His fkill, In all thefe marvellous works of human will His force creative, and high wifdom trace ! Alas, that good is overgrown with ill ; Alas, that very wearinefs of eye. Quite furfeited of beauty, power, and tafte. With liftlefs lingering, or carelefs hafte Provokes to fcorn, or colder to pafs by Too many merits flung around in wafte. SONNETS. ( 227 ) WASTE IN ART. Thoufands of excellences unregarded, On the denfe crowd and not on defert air Wafting their fweetnefs, ever unrewarded. Suffer in filent patience everywhere : O multitude of merits grand or fair. Yet hardly winning meed devoutly due ! O many mefsmates in life's crowded crew Joftled afide by others' felfifh care ! For here, as elfewhere, we difcern it true That leffer ftars are fcarcely feen to (hine. Though each a fun in univerfal heaven : 'Tis well ; go on in faith and duty's line ; Be fatisfied to be as God has given, — Greater or leffer light is His, — not thine. rUPPER'S ( 228 ) THE GREAT EXHIBITION. Yet was it an unfatisfying meal, A poor dry pittance to the Souls of men That long for fpiritual food, and then Only are feafted, when they love and feel ! No more than fo ; a this-world's commonweal. Triumphant Matter rang'd from pole to pole ; And our Valhalla, to High Wifdom's ken. Had not one drop of balm the heart to heal. One ray of peace the confcience to confole ! Oh ! Man needs more than merchandife, to make His better nature quicken, and unfeal His eyes, from linful llumber that they wake: He thirfts for Thoughts, he ftarves on thirfty Things, He fpurns this grovelling Earth, and yearns for Wings! SONNETS. ( 229 ) FRANKNESS. Are there no fympathies, no loves between us ? Is my hope vain ? — I have not vext thee long, Nor lent thee thoughts from God or good to wean us, Nor given thee words that warp from right to wrong: And if, at times, mine independent fong Hath rung triumphantly, — doth it demean us. That when a man feels hotly at his heart The quick fpontaneous fire of thoughts and words. He will not play the hypocrite's ill part, Flinging aiide the meed his mind affords ? No ! with all gratitude and humblenefs I claim mine own ; nor can affect to fcorn A gift, of my Creator's goodnefs born. His grace to give, my glory to pofTefs. TUPPER'S ( 230 ) THE QUEEN'S BIRTHDAY. Another year, O Queen of many realms. Dawns in fair promife on my Sovereign's throne ; And, while the hurrying tempeft overwhelms All climes and crowns belide, — thou, thou alone Sitteft in majefty, God's favour'd one : Yea, blelTed of the Lord, — how bleft art thou ! Bleft in the King of kings' own fecret love, Bleft in thy people never more than now, Blefl in the earth beneath and heaven above ; And, be thou bleft for ever ! this glad day That gave to us the mercy of thy birth. Be full of good to thee in God's own way. As His chief child and fervant upon earth. For whom a thoufand thoufands hourly pray ! SONNETS. ( 231 ) NATIONAL PRAYERS. Oh, fhielded by fuch panoply of faints Forged in high heaven ! thus, moft gracious Queen, If ever here thy royal fpirit faints Amid the perils of our changeful fcene, Thefe prayers fliall pour upon thy brow ferene Unruffled radiance ; fhedding holy balm. Like moonlight filvering a lake at calm. Over thy many cares and many fears So luU'd to reft : and thus, on hiftory's page. Mercies to come for many happy years Shall be thy birthright : though the nations rage, And the uprooted mountains churn the fea. The Lord fhall blefs thy line from age to age, And Britain thank her God for lending Thee ! rUPPERS ( 232 ) A ROYAL BRIDE. Princefs and Duchefs ! rich in love and duty. How art thou bleft with all that gladdens life, — Claim'd by thy lover in thine early beauty Both as a Royal — and a loving — wife ! For, love hath ever fmiled upon thy lot ; A Mother's and a Father's loves have bleft thee, Sifters and Brothers play'd with and careft thee. Thy few bright years with friendihips have been rife. And ftill the palace with the peafant's cot Hath vied for love and peace : thou happieft Bride, — Remember how the millions toil and groan. And, with thy princely Hulband by thy fide Teach them that high eftate, with love allied. Is blelTednefs to all within its zone ! SONNETS. ( 233 ) A ROYAL BRIDEGROOM. Great Prince, — if England's Daughter weds with thee, It argues in thy Highnefs well-pair'd worth ; For not alone by grace of royal birth. Nor wealth, nor beauty, nor all gifts that be Within the dowry of this Flower of Earth, Is thy Betrothed moft precious, — but that She Having the heart of love, the mind of light. Thus doth enrich thee with her lightful love. Making her choice fo worthiefl : and this fight Of two fuch fpirits, blefl: of Heav'n above, Blefl in each other, and of all men bleft. Stirs us, as kindred Peoples, to rejoice, Whilft either Nation gives her beft for beft, And fhouting ratifies the other's choice ! x2 TUPPERS ( 234 ) PRUSSIA'S HEIR. Daughter, the love of England follows thee, A guardian angel hovering foft and fair Tending thy fteps with more than earthly care. And joying with a mother's joy to fee Fulfill'd thy happieft hope, her heartieft pray'r : Thou waft a bride, when England's parting kifs And overflowing eyes bedewed thee laft. And now this beauteous fruit of wedded blifs Is added to thy mercies in the paft ; Give God the glory, as the grace is His ! And be thy thanks for Hohenzollern's heir More glad for this, that Britain's earneft heart Scarce reconciled from thee her Child to part. In thy beft bleffing claims a Mother's fhare. SONNETS. ( 235 ) VICTORIA'S GRANDCHILD. Another crown for thee, moil gracious Queen ! Another phafe of glory and of blifs. Brighter than even that fo lately {een Rifen o'er Hindoftan in light ferene, A brighter and a better crown is this : For, haloed with a nimbus of new joy, It now is thine to fondle and to kifs Thy child's dear child, thy darling's darling boy : Kind Heaven, flied mercies on that tender pair The mother and her babe ! — be fure thou art Not unremembered of our Englifh heart, O proud and happy Father, in that pray'r ; Nor chiefly thou, O Queen ; nor thy glad part. Young Grandfire, in exulting Pruflia's heir. rUPPERS ( 236 ) MALIGNED GREATNESS. Go on in fpite of flander, noble heart ! And ftill, as heretofore, by doing good Silence the folly and ingratitude Of thofe who ought to know how true thou art, How true and wife, though thus mifunderftood : For thine exalted yet moil delicate part Thou haft play'd well ; fo dignified, fo kind, So pure in heart, fo liberal in mind. So innocent a mark for envy's dart : Bear with our people ; love is ever blind. Jealous and fenfitive ; they love thee well. Ay, next to Her ! and when to England's fhame Falfe tongues of thee fheer falfehoods dared to tell, Honeft aifedion vexed itfelf in blame. SONNETS. ( 237 ) WELCOME TO SARDINIA. Brother in Arms, co-helper of the Right With France and us, — all honour and all love, Praifes on earth, and bleffings from Above, On thee, Sardinia, and thy King alight : Welcome, mofl w^orthy Comrade! — England's heart Rejoices at the brave and generous part Thy noblenefs hath afted, in the fight Of God and Man ; that thou haft flung afide Thofe papal tyrannies that prifon'd thee. And with a righteous boldnefs durft be free From Rome and her intolerable pride : Welcome ! thou jQialt not want for lovers here, For everywhere our People far and wide Will greet thee, Vidor, with a Britifli cheer. rUPPERS ( 238 ) WELCOME TO FRANCE. England with all her heart doth welcome thee Her gueft, O reigning Majefhy of France ! And gladly do we feize this golden chance To blefs a day we fcarce had hoped to fee : O happy courtefies, O brave advance Made by the Monarchs for their Peoples' good, To knit us up in clofer brotherhood, That peace may flourifh over Europe free : Welcome, fair France in well-named Eugenie ! Ever, as now, with us defend the right. And be the wrong by both of us withftood. United ftill in council as in fight : Welcome ! for glad indeed muft England be. And in fuch gracious coming take delight. SONNETS, ( 239 ) THE IMPERIAL VISIT. Could any Triumph have tranfcended this ? Could all, that evil conqueft might have vv^on In trophied war by guilty daring done Have fet thy glory higher than it is ? — Behold, how gladly Heav'n's approving Sun Shines on good faith ! how graciouily the Lord BlefTes a brotherhood fo well begun With honours greater, than to conquering fword. Or rank, or right, before were ever given ! Thou haft done well ; and therefore favouring Heaven (Forgiving lin, — as all moft deeply need,) Hath in thefe golden days with love fublime Smiled on us both, — and made us friends indeed, England and France : fo be it for all time ! ^UPPER'S ( 240 ) THE PARTING GUESTS. That all hath fped fo well thefe brilliant days Of England's welcome to our brother France, That no dark ftorm, no terrible mifchance Hath marr'd the glorious Fad:, — give God the praife ! For He doth guide the wheels of circumfliance, Ordaining all this whirl of men and things. The fpirit of Peoples and the hearts of Kings : Yet did we fear, in that mixed multitude Acclaiming joyoufly, — left fome black mind. Some exiled caitiff of Barabbas brood, Might dare a crime to horrify mankind ; Thofe fears were evil, — for our God is good : The precious pledges lent by France to us We have reftored in happy fafety thus. SONNETS. ( 241 ) AT THE ACCESSION. Bold in my freedom, yet with homage meek. As duty prompts and loyalty commands. To thee, O Queen of empires, would I fpeak : Behold, the moft high God hath giv'n to thee Kingdoms and glories, might and majefty. Setting thee ruler over many lands ; Him firft to ferve, O Monarch, wifely feek : And many people, nations, languages. Have laid their welfare in thy fovereign hands ; Them next to blefs, to profper, and to pleafe. Nobly forget thyfelf, and thine own eafe : Rebuke ill counfel ; rally round thy ftate The fcatter'd good, and true, and wife, and great : So Heav'n upon thee fhed fweet influences ! rUPPEKS ( 242 ) AT THE CORONATION. Queen of the Ifles, blue ocean's choiceft pearl. We hail thy day of glory ! — unto Thee Admiring thoufands bend the duteous knee, And for their brightening hopes blefs one fair Girl ! Hark ! 'tis the thunder of a nation's voice. Uttering its awful love in loyal peals ; While, as thy car of triumph onward wheels. The trumpets and the cannon, and the chimes Make every Briton's heart and lip rejoice. Glad in the funlight of thefe happy times : And, Maiden Monarch, if amid the whirl Of majefly and greatnefs, — thefe poor rhymes To tell thee * thou art mortal,' humbly dare. Forgive my Mufe, and love her for her prayer. SONNETS. ( 243 ) THE ABBEY. Never again, — till earth cafts out her dead. And teeming ocean yields her refcued prey, — A fight fo full of hope, delight, and dread. Thrilling and grand, as gladdened thee this day Mayft thou behold : high reaching overhead The light aerial galleries were throng'd Sublime with multitudes acclaiming loud ; While, far beneath, that coronetted crowd Sat like a thoufand kings : in yonder aifle A virgin troop, azure and filver, fliow'd As fpirits, who to a fairy world belong'd. Or fome foft neil of doves : deeply the while Roll'd in deluge from the golden quire The tide of mufical praife, hail mixt with fire ! rUPPER'S ( 244 ) THE YOUNG QUEEN. Monarch of millions, yet a gentle maid, O fair and young, — yet dignified and fage, Moft glorious Queen, yet in thy glory ftaid. Bright ftar of promife for our golden age. All hail, the Lord's anointed ! Thou art lent In mercy, like our other bleffings all ; A meifenger of peace, divinely fent. That only good may rife, and evil fall ; Heal, then, a realm by jarring fadions rent ; Take thefe contentious patriots by the hand. Smile down their quarrels, and unite their ftrength ; Till, only jealous for their father-land. Men of all fyftems, reconcil'd at length. As brethren round the Throne and Altar ftand. SONNETS. ( 245 ) PROPHETS. Prophets at home,— I fmile to note your wrongs ; How fcantly praifed at each anceftral hearth Are ye, careiTd by milhon hearts and tongues. And full of honours over half the earth : O petty jealoufies and paltry ftrife ! The little minds that chronicle a birth Stood once for teachers in the tafk of life ; But, as the child of genius grew apace, Difmay'd at his gigantic lineaments. They fear'd to find his glory their difgrace. His mind their mafter : fo their worldly aim Was ftill to vex him with difcouragements. To check the fpring-tide budding of his fame. And keep it down, to fave themfelves a name. y 2 rUPPERS ( 246 ) MONT ST. MICHEL. Alas ! for thy pollutions, wondrous pile. Rare pyramid of Nature and high Art, Defecrate, and befoul'd in every part By all that moderns add of mean and vile : Woe, for thine ancient glories gone to wafte ! Thefe fculptur'd cloifters, and that lofty aifle. This arch'd chivalric hall of fumptuous tafte, Thofe Norman turrets— (whofe unconquer'd ftrength Enclofe the fteep old town of gables flrange)— After a thoufand years, all, all at length Given up to filth and felons ! — gaol-birds range Where erft devoted maids and holy men Peal'd their full anthem :— O the bitter change! Heaven's gorgeous houfe become corruption's den. SONNETS. ( 247 ) THE SAME: NORMANDY. Thou fad Romance in ftone among the feas, — Monftrous Chimera, faint and fiend in one. Where the Archangel, foaring to the fun, Feels the brute ferpent coil'd about his knees : O pinnacles, and flying buttrelfes Rear'd on a feflering heap of foul and bafe ; O hallow'd Pharos, rank with oily lees ; O cenfer, fpoil'd of all thy fragrant grace, — Alas ! how fair, how fearful is this place ! Round it, the garden of Hefperides Once bloom'd,— with that * old dragon' for a guard The ftone Kimmerian windings of Carnac ; But now, the light that fince blazed heavenward Is quench'd, — and all again is utter black ! rUPPERS ( 248 ) A CHURCH APPEAL. Shame on thee, Chriftian, cold and covetous one ! The laws (I praife them not for this) declare That ancient, loved, deferted houfe of prayer As money's w^orth a layman landlord's own ; Then ufe it as thine own ; thy manfion there Beneath the fhadow of this ruinous church Stands new and decorate ; thine every flied And barn is neat and proper ; I might fearch Thy comfortable farms, and well defpair Of finding dangerous ruin overhead. And damp unwholefome mildew on the walls Aroufe thy better felf, — reftore it ; fee. Through thy negled: the holy fabric falls ! Fear, left that crufhing guilt fliould fall on thee. SONNETS. ( 249 ) ST. ANN'S, ALDERNEY. Arife, O Lord, into thy refting-place. Thou, and thy ftrength ! Be with thy fervants here,. To blefs their work in faithfuhiefs come near, — For thine is all the glory, all the grace : Add then Thy Prefence, and in Ipirit appear To confecrate this Houfe ! Not unto us. But thanks be giv'n to Thee, that, (as a bride, Apparell'd well to meet her coming Lord In virgin garments meekly purified,) Waiteth for heavenly benediction thus * St. Ann's of Alderney,' to heav'n reftored ; O may that bleffing on her facred brow Like Aaron's holy oil of joy be pour'd Down to her beauteous feet in fulnefs now ! rUPPERS ( 250 ) A CONSECRATION. Like fome fair Nun, the pious and the chafte, Shalford, thy new-born temple ftands ferene, Modeftly deck'd in pure old Englifh tafte. The village beauty of thy tranquil fcene ; And we to-day have made religious hafte To fee thee wedded to thy heavenly Spoufe, Kneeling in unifon of praife and prayer To help the offering of thy maiden vows : Hark ! what a thrilling utterance is there, ' Lift up your heads, ye everlafting gates,' — As God's high prieft with apoftolic care To Him this tent of glory confecrates : Good work ! to be remember'd for all time. The feed of mercies endlefs and fublime. SONNETS. ( 251 ) THE SAME: SHALFORD, * Come in, thou King of Glory,' yea, come in. Reft here awhile, great Conqueror for good ! Blefs thou this font to cleanfe from Adam's fm. Spread thou this table with celeftial food : And, kindled by Thy grace to gratitude. May thoufands here eternal treafures win. As, hither led, from time to time with joy They feek their Father : lo ! before mine eyes Vifions and promifes of good arife, — The tender babe baptized, the ftripling boy Confirm'd for godlinefs, the maid and youth Wedded in love, the man mature made wife. The elder taught in righteoufnefs and truth. And each an heir of life before he dies ! ( 252 ) TARRING CHURCH. Mother, — beneath fair Tarring's heavenward fpire. Where in old years thy youthful vows were paid, When God had granted thee thy heart's deiire. And fhe went forth a wife, who came a maid. With mindful fteps thus wifely have we ftray'd. Full of deep thoughts : for where that facred fire Of Love was kindled, in the felf-fame fpot, Thou and the dear companion of thy lot. Thy helpmate all thofe years, mine honour'd lire. To-day have found fulfill'd before your eyes The promife of old time ; — look round and fee Your children's children ! lo, thefe babes arife. And call you blelTed : Bleifed both be ye ! And in your bleifing blefs ye thefe, and me. SONNETS. ( 253 ) THE SAiME PLACE AND DAY. Mother ! this day, one Uttle year agone. Thy fpirit palTd from pain to peacefulnefs : Look down then in thy love, and fmile upon My duteous pilgrimage ; look down and blefs In thine own tender love of old, thy fon : For in this fpot, where on thy bridal-drefs The villagers threw flowers, now my heart. To honour thee, where'er in blifs thou art, Pours forth its deep libation : — many years Have fped away, and thou, the blulliing bride. After long fojourn down this vale of tears With Him thy lover ever at thy iide, Didft reap the promife of that word to thee Fulfill'd,— * Thy children's children thou fhalt fee.' rUPPERS ( 254 ) THE SAME: LONG AFTER. For memories, and prayer, and pious thought Of days departed, and the dear ones dead. Tarring, once more thy facred walls I fought : So, to fome native Ipot, fome genial bed. The botanift goes forth to feek and find His curious fern or lichen ; fo, my mind In melancholy pleafure wifely taught Culls here its rareft weed ; with tender care Gather it up and ftore it : — years ago From this old choir a young and loving pair Went out juft wedded; and the glittering fhow Of pleafure, wealth, and promife glad and gay, Pafs'd thro'thefe portals : — God was with you there. My Father and my Mother ! — thefe were They. SONNETS. ( ^55 ) MY FATHER. Forgotten ? — not forgotten, kind good man, Though never fully prized at thy great worth, — I will embalm thy memory as I can. And fend this bleffing to the ends of earth ! For thou wert all things kindly unto all. Benevolent and liberal from birth. Ever refponlive to affection's call. And full of care for others, — full of care — Weary with others' burdens, generous heart, And yet thine own too little ftrong to bear : Father ! I owe thee all, and cannot pay The happy debt until I too depart ; Then, will I blefs and love it all away In that bright world, my Father, where thou art rUPPERS ( 256 ) A BIRTHDAY PRAYER. Mother, dear mother, no unmeaning rhyme. No mere ingenious compliment of words My heart pours out at this aufpicious time ; I know, a fimple honeft prayer affords More muiic on affection's thrilling chords. More joy than can be meafured or exprell In fong mofl fweet or eloquence fublime : Mother, I blefs thee ! God doth blefs thee too. In thefe thy children's children thou art bleff With dear old pleafures fpringing up anew : And bleffings wait upon thee ftill, my mother, Bleflings to come for many a happy year ; For, lofing thee, where could we find another So kind, fo true, fo tender — and fo dear ? SONNETS. ( ^57 ) THE WORLD. Well-named in found and fenfe, — the world, the world ! Becaufe, in circling tides of fate-whorl'd rings That ceafelefs whirlpool heart is tofs'd and twirl'd, A caldron feething up with thoughts and things; Becaufe that whirlwind foul, on worrying wings Flapping difquiet, ever flies unfurl'd, Like a fwift fmoke from fteaming lava fprings ; Becaufe that whirl of change, of vexing change. Is as a poifonous tendril, clofely curl'd Round a man's fpirit-harp, to jar its firings, Unharmonied by matters fad and ftrange : O world ! O whirlpool whirlwind whirling world ! Thou art the whorl of Circumftance, that clings Around our footfalls, wherefoe'er we range. z2 rUPPERS ( 258 ) A GLIMPSE OF EDEN. Not many rays of heaven's unfallen fun Reach the dull difiiance of this world of ours. Nor oft difpel its fhadows cold and dun, Nor oft with glory tinge its faded flowers : But, oh, if ever yet there wandered one. Like Peri from her amaranthine bowers. Or miniftering angel fent to blefs, 'Twas to thy hearth, domeftic happinefs ; Where fweet Contentment fings her cheery pfalm. And in the funfhine of a peaceful home Loves choiceft rofes wear their fummer drefs ; And if fome lurking evils that way roam As chance they will, there Gilead's healing balm Soothes every forrow with its heavenly calm. SONNETS. ( 259 ) INFANT DAUGHTERS. Oh ye, my beauteous neft of fnow-white doves, My earthly cherubim, my precious pearls, My pretty leafh of loving little girls. What wealth could price for me your guilelefs loves, — My happinefs, all gold with no alloy. My treafuries of hope and trembling joy ? This toothlefs darling neftled foft and warm Clofe to her glad young mother's yearning face ; That other bright-eyed fairy, full of grace Laughing, like light, from underneath her arm; And this fweet eldeft, this juft-budding mind Beauteous and rich in thoufand winning ways. Dear winning ways, that round my heart-ftrings wind: O God, for thefe my fpirit is all praife ! rUPPERS ( 260 ) ELLIN.— 1837. My precious babe, my guilelefs little girl, — The foft fweet beauty of thy cherub face Is fmiling on me, radiant as a pearl With young intelligence and infant grace : And mufl the wintry touch of forrow gall Thy tendernefs, fair fnow-drop of the fpring ? Mufl evil taint thee,— mufb the world enthrall Thine innocent mind, poor harmlefs little thing ? Ah, yes ! thou too mufl tafle the cup of woe. Thy heart muft learn to grieve, as others do. Thy foul muft feel life's many-pointed fling : But fear not, darling child, for well I know Whatever cares may meet thee, ills befall. Thy father's God fhall lead thee fafe through all. SONNETS. ( 261 ) MARY.— 1838. Lo, Thou haft crown'd me with another bleffing. Into my lot haft dropt one mercy more : — All good, all kind, all wife in Thee polTeffing, My cup, O bounteous Giver, runneth o'er. And ftill Thy hand doth without ceaiing pour ! For the fweet fruit of undecaying love Cluflers in beauty round my cottage door. And this new little one, like Noah's dove. Comes to mine ark with promife from above O happy home, O light and cheerful hearth ! Look round with me, in thankfulnefs, O wife. On fuch fair faces we have lit with life. For Grace doth add this bleffing to their birth. That thefe be children both of heaven and earth. rUPPERS ( 262 ) MARGARET.— 1840. A fong of gratitude and cheerful prayer Still fhall go forth my pretty babes to greet, As on life's firmament, ferenely fair. Their little ftars arife, with afped; fweet Of mild fucceffive radiance ; that fmall pair, Ellin and Mary, having gone before In this affe(flion's welcome, the dear debt Here fhall be paid to gentle Margaret : Be thou indeed a Pearl, — in purenefs, more Than beauty, praife, or price ; full be thy cup. Mantling with grace, and truth with mercy met. With warm and generous charities flowing o'er; And when the Great King makes His jewels up. Shine forth, child-angel, in His coronet ! SONNETS. ( 263 ) MARTIN.— 1842. Not flender is the triumph and the joy, To know and feel that, for his father's fake. The world will look with favour on my boy ; — On thee, my noble little firftborn fon, — On thee ! — and that it fliall be thine to take (With whatfoever elfe of this world's Ipoil) For heritage the honours I have won : Speed on, my fecond felf, fpeed nobly on ! Forget, in good men's praife, the ftrife and toil Which Folly's herd fhall ftill around thee make If thou doft well : fpeed on in gifts and grace. Beloved of God and man, even as now ; Speed, — and in both worlds win the glorious race. Bearing thy father's bleifing on thy brow ! rUPPERS ( 264 ) WILLIAM.— 1844. Look on this babe ; and let thy pride take heed. Thy pride of manhood, intelledt, or fame, That thou deipife him not : for he indeed, And fuch as he, in fpirit and heart the fame. Are God's own children in that kingdom bright Where purity is praife, — and where before The Father's throne, triumphant evermore. The miniftering angels, fons of light. Stand unreproved ; becaufe they offer there, Mix'd with the Mediator's hallowing prayer. The innocence of babes in Chrifl like this : O guardian Spirit, be my child thy care. Lead im to God, obedience and blifs. To God, O foftering cherub, thine and his ! SONNETS. ( 265 ) HENRY.— 1847. Hall, then, a fixth ! my doubly treble joy, — Another foul to me from Eden lent. Another young mind for a feafon fent To breed him up for good and God's employ : I blefs this bleffing in my third-born boy. And fee in him a hoflage from above, Another fecond felf, with hopes like mine In better worlds beyond the ftars to fhine. Through the great largelTe of Our Father's love : God guard the babe ; and cherifli the young child ; And blefs the boy ; and yearn upon the youth ; And make the man a Chriftian undefil'd ; And all through life enrich him with the Truth, Crown'd with all Grace, — through Jesus reconcil'd. A A r UPPERS ( 266 ) THE SEVENTH: WALTER. So, one by one, Thy jewels are made up Ev'n to the perfed: number, glorious Lord ! So, one by one, ambrofially pour'd Thefe rills of happinefs o'erflow my cup : Add yet this grace. Contentment with Enough : That, refling always on Thy gracious word. My band of innocent babes, my beauteous band. Through all the maze of life, thorny and rough. To Thee in prayer continually given. Safely may pafs along ; and, hand in hand, A luftrous company, a blelTed feven. Pure as the Pleiads, as the Sages wife. With hearts commingled like the rainbow dyes. May fhine together, heirs of earth and heaven ! SONNETS. ( 267 ) ALICE. And thou, my child in glory ! gone before To reign with Jesus in eternal reft Hymning thine infant pfalm among the bleft, Should I not count thee ftill among my ftore, My jewel ftore of children ? fliould I ceafe, Nor ling of thee as lent a little while To teach how patient is an heir of Peace When Death itfelf is welcomed with a fmile ? Beautiful Alice ! fix long months of pain With two fliort added years of prattling love Made up the life, whofe lofs to thee was gain, So foon tranflated to the life above, — Too foon for us, — Ah well — my heart is fain To fly away and be with thee, fweet dove ! rUPPERS ( 268 ) ON A CHILD STILL-BORN. Born, but to die ! — O happier lot than ours. Born to do battle in this world of ftrife With cares and wrongs and wants and woes of life. Guilt that o'erclouds and Evil that o'erpowers Our threefcore years and ten, with forrows rife : Born, but to die ! O favour'd little one. So foon and eafily to overleap [deep. Sin's moat, drawn black all round us broad and And in the glory of a brighter fun To ipring at once to Eden's greeneft bowers ! Yes, happy innocent, thy work is done Without one effort but that waking fleep. Winning the race, though fcarcely well begun, And ripe for blifs, though never taught to weep ! SONNETS. ( 269 ) A PLEA FOR SUCH. Not bleft ? not faved ? Who dares to doubt all well With holy Innocence, a Chriftian feed ? Prefumptuous prieft, — I fcorn thy bigot creed, And tell thee, — truer than the Fathers tell, — That babes unborn are Jesu's lambs indeed ! Thou teacheft, that, as if by magic force, A rite, a formula, redeems from hell, — A drop of water faving as of courfe, — And this unfpilt, no Grace !— O heathen fpell, Rome's herefy ! — there is a furer fource Of baptifm for the foul than thou canft give. And Chriftian parents dip their children there Unborn, or born, to die, as well as live. In Heaven's own font of faith and hope and pray'r. A A ^ ( 270 ) HORACE'S PHILOSOPHY. Wifely for us within night's fable veil God hides the future ; and, if men turn pale For dread diftrufting, laughs their fear to fcorn : For thee, the prefent calmly order well ; All elfe as on a river's tide is borne, Now flowing peaceful to the Tufcan fea Down the mid-channel on a gentle fwell. Now, as the hoarfe fierce mandate of the flood Stirs up the quiet ftream, time-eaten rocks Go hurrying down, with houfes herds and flocks, And echoes from the mountain and the wood : He ftands alone glad, felf-pofl^eflT'd and free. Who grateful for to-day can fay, I live ; To-morrow let my Father take or give. SONNETS. ( 271 ) FROM THE SAME ODE. III. 29. As He may will, not I — with dark or light Let God ordain the morrow, noon or night : He, even He, can never render vain The paft behind me ; nor bring back again What any tranfient hour has once made fad: : Fortune, rejoicing in each cruel ad:. And playing frowardly a fancy game, Difpenfes changeful and uncertain fame. Now kind to me, and now to fome befide : I praife her here ; but if it fhould betide She fpreads her wings for flight, I hold no more The good fhe gave, but in mine honeft worth Clad like a man, go honourably forth To feek the undowried portion of the poor. r UPPERS ( 272 ) TO A PREMIER: 1839. Hold thy rafh hand ! — for Britain is no flave. Thus to be forced againft her word and will ; Her voice is terrible, her heart is brave, Her lion-nature free and fearlefs flill : Why make this recklefs hafte to compafs ill ? Be, if thou canft, deliberate and grave : For, hark ! I hear upon the burden'd wind. From fell and field and town and dale and hill, That gathering tempefl of the Nation's mind. No peace with Rome ! no league with crafty Rome ! Down with the traitor, who would fmoothly bind Her chains around us, — and whofe deed would mark With the foul beaft our every hearth and home. Changing our glorious Light to utter Dark. SONNETS. ( ^73 ) POLITICS IN 1839. Chill'd is the patriot's hope, the poet's prayer : Alas, for England and her tarnifh'd crown. Her fun of ancient glory going down. Her foes triumphant in her friends' defpair : What wonder fhould the billows overwhelm A bark fo mann'd by Comus and his crew, * Youth at the prow, and Pleafure at the helm?' — Yet, no ! — we will not fear ; the loathing realm At length has burft its chains ; a motley few. The pfeudo-faint, the boafting infidel. The demagogue and courtier, hand in hand. No more befiege our Zion's citadel : But, high in hope comes on this nobler band, For God, the Sovereign, and our Father-land. rUPPERS ( 274 ) ROMISH PRIESTCRAFT.— 1851. What ! after all our charitable pains, And long conciliation's liberal hope, Can we endure to fee this fubtle Pope Scheming to bind our freedom in his chains ? Ungrateful, feeble, and perfidious knave ! Never again through Britain's fair domains Shall tyrannous old prieftcraft make us grope In thy dark deep of Intelled:'s own grave, — Never again fhalt thou the Mind enflave ! And yet, who knoweth ? haply for awhile. The penalty for gifts and grace abufed, Some weaklings may be cozened by thy guile, Trick'd at thy boldnefs, with thy pomps amufed. And fafcinated by thy ferpent fmile ! SONNETS. ( ^75 ) CHURCH-DIVIDINGS. O Freedom's very heart, her hearth, and home, England ! refift with vigour as of old This peftilent miafma bred at Rome, This inward cancer to the Church and State Into thy vitals creeping quick and cold : Let not a cunning foe's malignant hate Triumph in thy dividings : bear, forbear ; Win back thofe fheep, half- wandering from thy fold. And lead them with The Shepherd's tender care ! For fome be generous fouls, athirfl for truth. And Truth's high heralds count but fcant and rare, — And fobernefs is froft to their hot youth, — And fo they fhun our Church : but foon, goodfooth. Gladly for Christ will turn to find Him there ! rUPPER'S ( 276 ) THE PAPAL AGGRESSION. Enough of goffip and grandiloquence, — What muft be done ? Has England thus been ftirr'd To her deep heart, — and lafhed her fober fenfe Into high wrath at Rome's rare infolence, Only to blufter with a bullying word ? The Lion roars, but when he roars he iprings ! He is no cur to bark and Ilink away : The times are pafl, when minifters or kings Could make our nation, puppet-like, obey. Pulling one ftring to roufe it, one to lay ; — We claim that you, the Rulers of the realm. For, and with us, to whom you iirft appeal'd. The fword of government fhall firmly wield With flern defeat this Pope to overwhelm. SONNETS. ( ^77 ) TOLERATION. Yet ; let not fuch aggrelTion's baffled fcheme, Incite to a6t unjuftly: tolerate, (And rather half in love than half in hate), Whatever Confcience may her duty deem, From God's full truth, to man's moft empty dream : Where reafon and religion can, convince; No lefs ethereal weapons may convert : Meanwhile, let each, the peafant as the prince. Work for the weal of all, and no man's hurt : With the true papift, if a patriot too, Live well in peace as fellow-citizen ; But for yon traitorous undermining crew, — Send them to Rome, to do as Romans do. To earn God's judgment, and the fcorn of men B B TUPPER'S ( 278 ) ON BOARD THE ASIA. Count up with me our mercies manifeft, My brother voyagers ; that God hath fped Our wandering fteps, in fafety hither led, Strong in His flrength, and with His bounty bleft : O, how can half the perils be expreft That He hath fpared us on this prosperous way ? No evil hath come near us, to deform One pleafant night, or one luxurious day. No traitor rock, no fierce tyrannic ftorm : But, as, at night, bell echoing anfwer'd bell Like neighbouring village clocks, the cheering word Ever was added in refponfe, * All's well ! ' Thank God ! that thus His ready grace hath heard Our pray'rs, though few and feeble, truth to tell ! SONNETS. ( 279 ) ATLANTIC MERCIES. And, meekly think how many better men Have gone this way in famine and in fear, Yet, after all their toils, had labour'd then Vainly, — for Death hath feafted on them here ! O think how, gulph'd away from human ken, Thoufands have ftruggled in yon yeafty waves, As gloomily around fome daggering wreck Yawn'd the black throats of thofe Atlantic graves : We the while, pacing this high-terraced deck. Like proud triumphant defpots of the deep, Set our calm feet on Ocean's vaffal neck ; And day or night, in paftimes, or in fleep. With eafe and fkill and mammoth-mufcled force Speed to the goal of our victorious courfe ! rUPPER'S ( 280 ) ARRIVAL AT NEW YORK. Not with cold fcorn, or ill-diiTembled fneer, Ungracioufly your kindly looks to greet, By God's good favour fafely wafted here, O friends and brothers, face to face we meet : Now, for a little fpace, my willing feet. After long hope and promife many a year. Shall tread your happy iliores; my heart and voice Your kindred love fhall quicken and fliall cheer ; While in your greatnefs fhall my foul rejoice — For you are England's nearefl and moil dear ! Suffer my fimple fervours to do good. As one poor pilgrim haply may and can. Who, knit to heaven and earth by gratitude. Speaks from his heart, to touch his brother man. SONNETS. (281 ) RETURN IN THE ARCTIC. A floating palace of luxurious eafe, Mirror'd and cufhion'd, fumptuoully built With precious woods, polifh'd and carved and gilt, Full of the richeft rare appliances Which wealth could wifh, or curious flcill invent. Body and mind to pamper and to pleafe. Such was our fhip : — and, for the way flie went, A magic race acrofs the flumbering feas. As if fome giant cygnet, black of breaft, But fnowy-wing'd to catch the welcome breeze, Gracefully fkimm'd the waters : for the reft. Fair woman with good-natured merriment. And frank fraternal manhood, did their beft To make our memories of the Ardiic bleft ! B B rUPPERS ( 282 ) CHURCH WORLDLINGS. Not many noble, mighty, wife, or great Are call'd of God : the fcripture faith, not Many, — Whereby the Few be call'd ; it faith not Any : Some then there be, fet high in Church and State, Who yet ihall reach to Heav'n's unbounded blifs. For having here well earn'd the labourer's penny. And not betray'd their Mafter by a kifs : Likewife, of old quoth holy Chryfoflome, Few clerks be faved ; — for fo he reckoned then That trumpeters and liveried ferving-men Themfelves to royal feafts could fcarcely come : Few, not condemning all ; yet, by that Few Excluding fome, the many faithlefs fome, Who barely preach, — but never practife too. SONNETS. ( 283 ) GOOD PRIESTS. And for thofe Few, — all hail, moft honour'd band. Who turning many fouls to righteoufnefs. Greatly beloved, fhall in your portion ftand. And fhine for ever, bleffing and to blefs ! Yea, — thou true Bifhop, pure and wife and kind. My verfe rebukes not thee ; nor thee, good priefl. Who to thy parifli with a humble mind Giveft both daily bread and weekly feafi: ; Nor every canon in Cathedral-dome Standing beftall'd, a legacy from Rome, For fome may well be tender and devout : Only againft our Church's worldling-brood Who for the loaves and iiflies feek her out. My zeal has flamed awroth for God and good ! r UPPERS ( 284) ON A BIRTH. At length, — a dreary length of many years, God's favour hath fhone forth ! and blefl thee well, O handmaid of the Lord, for all thy tears. For all thy prayers, and hope, and faith, and fears. With that beil treafure of confummate joy A childlefs wife alone can fully tell How forely long withheld — her iirft-born boy: This bleiTing is from heav'n ; to heav'n once more. Another Hannah with her Samuel, Render thou back the talent yielding ten, A Ipirit, train'd right early to adore, A heart, to yearn upon its fellow-men, A being, meant and made for endlefs heaven. This give to God : this, God to thee hath given. SONNETS. ( 285 ) GUERNSEY. Guernfey ! to me and In my partial eyes Thou art a holy and enchanted iile, Where I would live long years, and mufe the while On ancient thoughts and folemn memories, Quickening the tender tear or penlive fmile ; Guernfey ! — for nearly thrice a hundred years Home of my fathers ; refuge from their fears And haven to their hope, — when long of yore Fleeing Imperial Charles and bloody Rome, Proteftant martyrs, to thy feagirt fhore They came to feek a temple and a home. And found thee generous, — I their fon would pour My heartfull all of praife and thanks to thee, Ifland of welcomes, — friendly, frank, and free ! rUPPERS ( 286 ) THE LIBERIAN CHURCH. Not freedom only be Liberia's boaft, — Nor chiefly, Africa, thy fons return'd To thofe dear palmy plains and tropic coaft For which fo long in alien climes they yearn'd : No ! — but a bleffing, to be fought the moft Wherever men for trueft treafure fearch. Shall be thy praife, Liberia ! — lo, at length, As in St. Cyprian's day, a Chriftian Church With its Apoitle ftands in holy ftrength, A new-lit beacon fet on Ham's dark fhore ; And round it now the quickened heathen throng. While Ethiopia's outftretch'd hands implore Of thee. Salvation's hallowed gofpel fong. And treafuries of joy for evermore. SONNETS. ( 287) AFRICA'S SELF-BLOCKADE. Sifter, we are not flow to learn of thee How beft to compafs good ; how beft to pour Freedom and health, as on Liberia's fhore. Along the fl^irt of Afric's Weftern fea ; Sifter Columbia, wifer than of yore We love in all things generous to agree ; And, well content if bleflings fo may be To the poor darkling Have, a flave no more. Frankly we hafte to fringe the fea-board thus With homes and fields of freemen : glad to win Around the ftandards rear'd by thee and us. Body and foul, the refcued fons of fin From both worlds' doom of bittereft and worft. No more poor flaves benighted and accurft. rUPPER'S ( 288 ) EXPEDIENCE. Do ill that good may come, — fo Satan fpake : Woe to the land deluded by that lie, Woe to its rulers, for whofe evil fake The curfe of God may now be hovering nigh : Up, England ! and avert it : boldly break The fpells of forcerefs Rome, and call: away The cords of bad expedience : is it wife. Or right, or fafe, for fome chance gains to-day To dare fure vengeance on to-morrow's fkies ? Be wifer thou, dear Land, my native home. Do always good, do good that good may come ; The path of duty lieth before thee plain. Turn from the harlot fpeech of papal Rome, For none who go that way return again. SONNETS. ( 289 ) TO CERTAIN PRELATES. Were ye not pofted upon Zion-hill Wardens and warriors, fworn and paid to keep From harms and herefies your Mafter's fheep, From thieves that plunder and from wolves that kill r And how did ye fuch heavenly truft fulfil ? Let England tell it out : thefe purple lords Over God's heritage, who love to fleep. Welcomed the wolf; fawned on the powers of ill, — And, all for prudence, fmiled with courtly words On old infidious Rome :— why were ye fent Save as protefting champions of the right ? Why thus arrayed in fpiritual might, If in the day of batde ye repent Of honour, courage, truth, — and will not fight ? c c r UPPER'S ( 290 ) OUR PROTESTANTISM. Apoftates, not apoftles ! ye fhall hear Thro' my weak tongue indignant England's voice; At you her patriots groan, her foes rejoice, For you lad Zion drops the bitter tear : Alas ! our prophets fail, our princes fear. The wife men ftumble, and the feers are blind. And ye, our facred guardians, are of thofe Who, placed in power on earth to loofe and bind. Seem weak as doves truth's tottering caufe to aid. And fhrewd as ferpents to befriend her foes : Fear, for yourfelves ; for, if no ravening Rome, On whom ye doat fo tenderly afraid. Shall rend the fhepherds who their truft betray'd. Your very Iheep fhall find you fears at home. SONNETS. ( 291 ) TRIMMERS. Think it no vulgar threat, no party fpite At Church and State, at gentle Rome, or you; I ipeak the words of fobernefs and right, A patriot and a churchman {launch and true : If Rome were health and not a moral blight, Still, by your duty fworn and province fee'd, Bifhops of England, foremoft in the van To ftand contending for our purer creed Is to you law^, while honour dwells in man : But if, as erfl, ye fail through finful iloth. Flinging integrity and faith away, To combat evil in this perilous day Trimming with God and Man, think you from both Ye fhall not earn confufion and difmay ? TUPPER'S ( 292 ) GOOD BISHOPS. Ye feek not praife from man, nor fear his face ; Then let my words be few : before your Lord Commended, as eftabhlh'd by His grace Faithful ye ftand, to reap a good reward : True fhepherds of the fold, whom power and place Have not corrupted from that lowlier mind Which dwelt in Him, — we love in you to trace The likenefs of his zeal, in you to find Martyrs for truth in thefe lafl; perilous times ; Thunders, with hail and fire, are rolling round. And good men writhe beneath their rulers' crimes, And Babylon mufl rife again to fall ; Yet is there hope ; while you are faithful found, Zion is ftrong behind her fevenfold wall. SONNETS. ( 293 ) GRATITUDE. I number you by thoufands, unfeen friends, And dearly precious is your love to me : Yea, what a goodly company ye be ! Far as the noble brotherhood extends Of Englifh hearts and tongues o'er land and fea : How rich am I in love : — the fweet amends For all whatever little elfe of pain Some few unkindly caufe ; moft rich in love. From mine own home to earth's remoteft ends : Let me then count my ilore, my glorious gain, This wealth, that my poor merit far tranfcends, Your loving kindnefs, — echoing from above The Higheft Bleffing on my works and ways, * Eu doule agathe,' my Father's praife. cc2 rUPPERS ( 294 ) AUTHORSHIP. Ay ; blefb indeed above the mafs of men. And rich in joys that reach the true fubhme ! For that the frequent droppings of my pen Have comforted the Good in every cUme, And help'd the Right, — (O folace beyond time!) Therefore my foul is glad: judge me, my friends. Is there not happier treafure in fuch joys Than all the world can win from all its toys ? And as the poet's dynafty extends To children's children, reigning in the mind. Is he not crown'd a king among his kind ? Ah me ! not fo : this thought of pride deftroys : Give God the praife : His bleiTing fends this ftore Of unfeen friends by thoufands evermore ! SONNETS. ( 295 ) THANKS. Then, let me thank you ; let my heart outpour In humblenefs its earnefl gratitude To all whofe yearnings follow me with good, Loving my mind and all its fimple flore : O generous friends ! — a cordial multitude Hived in the Weft, upon that bufy fliore Where fair Columbia, Britain's child, is throned Imperial, yet with empire all unown'd, — O generous friends ! — another cordial band From far Auflralia to the Arctic Seas, And crowds around me in mine own dear land. What thanks to pay for mercies great as thefe r — Felt from the heart, and by the tongue confeil. Be the deep love of one fo nobly bleil ! r UPPERS ( 296 ) TO ALL FRIENDS. A book of many thoughts in claffic meafures ; Songs of my Heart, attuned through many a year From time to time a lilent hour to cheer ; Unguarded tell-tales of mine inner pleafures. High hopes, and joys moft deep, and loves moil dear; What welcome fhall we find ? — Negled; ? — Reproof? Critical pride that fcorns and holds aloof? No, Friends ! not fuch will be my welcome here : From heart to heart I fpeak, from love to love. With kindly words that kindlinefs infpire. Frankly, confidingly : no fear, no fear, But love fhall be your greeting to my lyre ; For, through the mercies lent me from above, I warm your hearts, O Friends ! with holy fire. SONNETS. ( 297 ) A PORTRAIT. A mindful man, but hearted like a child. Lived near my dwelling : he was frank and glad, (Tho' fome deep forrows might have made him fad,) But, to fay footh, his cheerfulnefs beguil'd The way of life fo well, that trouble's power Was half unheeded, like a paffing fliower. For he did good, with all the good he had : Still as he went he fang, hoping the beft. And reftlefs energy claim'd every hour, And with a buoyant fpirit he was bleft : And Independence, and outfpoken Truth, And courage, ev'n alone to ftand and fight, Had lived and moved in him from earlieft youth. With purity, and zeal, and love of light. ( 298 ) ANONYMOUS POEMS. My heart prefents her gift : in turn, of thee I afk a little time, an idle hour. Kindly to fpend with thefe my thoughts and me. Wooing the fragrance of the Mufes' bower: Not without creft or coat, yet namelefs now, As one to earn his fpurs, and prove his power, A candidate unknown, with vizor'd brow. Bearing no charge upon mine argent iliield. Full of young hopes, I dare the tented field ! — Not fo : this is no time for meafuring fwords ; Thou art no craven, though thy fpirit yield. For yonder are fair looks, and friendly words : Choofe a more peaceful image : — here reveal'd, Tafte a fmall fample of my humble hoards. SONNETS. ( 299 ) THUS FAR. 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