The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1873-02-12
TENNYSON'S LAST.

Every Saturday. for this week, has contrlVea
to get hold ct Tennysou's unpublished cpl
logue TO the forthcoming completed edition
of ..The Idyls of the King" We give 1t in
full az it Is the latest of the laureate's poems
To the Queen.
OLoyal to the roy in thyself
Anu loyal to thy land, as TINS 10 tnee-
Bear witness, that rememoeraole DAY,
When nale as YET, and fever worn. the Prince
VINO scarce had pluck'd his iicEerlng life again
From halfway down the shadow OF the grave.
Passed with thee thro' Thy people and their love,
Ano London rolld one tide Of Joy thro' all
Rer trebled millions 8, and loud leagues OF man
And welcome witness, too, the silent cry,
The prayer OF many race and creed, and CLINE
ThunderleS5 lightnings striking under sea
From sunset and sunrise OF all thy realm,
And that true North, whereof we lately heard
strs!u TO shame us, "Keep you to yourselves;
So loyal is too costly! frlends-your love
Ia but q burthen: loose the bond, and Co."
Is this the tone OF empire here the faith
Thst made US rulers ? this, indeed, her voice
And meaning, whom the roar OF hougoumont
Left mightiest OF oil peoples under heav M
What snCck has food her slnce that she snoula
speak
so feeniyf weather. r-wealthIer-hour by hour
T ocs Of grsa s,s OF
There rang her voice, when the full city peaPd
Thee and Inv FrnceI The loyal 10 their crown
Are 10y al to their own fair sons. who love
For eyer.broadenlng England, and her throne
In our vast Orient, and one isle. one isle,
That knows not her own greatness: II she knows
And breads 1t we are falrn.-Sut thou' my
Not for ITSELF. but thro' thy living love,
Fer one 20 whom made It Ger his grave
Sacred. accept this old Imperfect tale,
New.old. and shadowing Sense at war with soul
Rather thsn that gray King. whose meme, ghost,
Streams like cloud, man-snapeo, Hom mouu-
N n
And cleayes to cairn and crom!ecn stiil' OF nin
or Georrey's book, or him Of Maleor's. one
Touch,d by the adulterous finger or q Time
That hovered between war aud wantonness,
And crowDings and dethronements: take Wltnal
Thy poets blessing and his trust that Heaven
viii blow the tempest 10 the distance back
From thine and ours for some are scared VINO
mark.
Or wisely or unwIsely signs of storm.
Waverings Of every Vane with every Wina,
And wordy truckiDgs TO the transient nour,
And fierce or careless loosenest OF the ialtn,
And Sortness breeding scorn OF simpie lile'
Or Oowardice the child or lust Tor gold,
or Labor with groan and not voice,
or Art, with poisonous honey stol'n from France,
And that which knows, but careful for Itself,
And that which knows not, ruling that whlcn
knows
To its own harm the goal OF this great world
Lies beyond sight yet-if our sloWly-groWn
And crown'd Republics crowning common sense,
That saved her many times, not lall-tnelr 1earS
Are morning shadows huger than the shapes
That catt them, not those gloomler which forego
The darkness Of that battle In the West
Where all Of high and holy dies away.
Is not this In Tennyson's most involved and
obscure style, Are there not lines In which
the obscurity approaches to positive muddt-
ness, Victoria ls, doubtless, an Intelligent
and cultivated lady; but has she meRtal power
enough to follow all the involutions OF her
laureate's verse.