This is another poem which, though included among those belonging to 1833, was
not published till 1842. It is an interesting illustration, like the next poem
but one, of Tennyson’s political opinions; he was, he said, “of the
same politics as Shakespeare, Bacon and every sane man”. He was either
ignorant of the politics of Shakespeare and Bacon or did himself great
injustice by the remark. It would have been more true to say—for all his
works illustrate it—that he was of the same politics as Burke. He is
here, and in all his poems, a Liberal-Conservative in the proper sense of the
term. At the time this trio of poems was written England was passing through
the throes which preceded, accompanied and followed the Reform Bill, and the
lessons which Tennyson preaches in them were particularly appropriate. He
belonged to the Liberal Party rather in relation to social and religious than
to political questions. Thus he ardently supported the Anti-slavery Convention
and advocated the measure for abolishing subscription to the Thirty-nine
Articles, but he was, as a politician, on the side of Canning, Peel and the
Duke of Wellington, regarding as they did the new-born democracy with mingled
feelings of apprehension and perplexity. His exact attitude is indicated by
some verses written about this time published by his son (Life, i.,
69-70). If Mr. Aubrey de Vere is correct this and the following poem were
occasioned by some popular demonstrations connected with the Reform Bill and
its rejection by the House of Lords. See Life of Tennyson, vol. i.,
appendix.
You ask me, why, tho’[1] ill at ease,
Within this region I subsist,
Whose spirits falter in the mist,[2]
And languish for the purple seas?
It is the land that freemen till,
That sober-suited Freedom chose,
The land, where girt with friends or foes
A man may speak the thing he will;
A land of settled government,
A land of just and old renown,
Where Freedom broadens slowly down
From precedent to precedent:
Where faction seldom gathers head,
But by degrees to fulness wrought,
The strength of some diffusive thought
Hath time and space to work and spread.
Should banded unions persecute
Opinion, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
And individual freedom mute;
Tho’ Power should make from land to land[3]
The name of Britain trebly great—
Tho’ every channel[4] of the State
Should almost choke with golden sand—
Yet waft me from the harbour-mouth,
Wild wind! I seek a warmer sky,
And I will see before I die
The palms and temples of the South.
[1] 1842 and 1851. Though.
[2] 1842 to 1843. Whose spirits fail within the mist. Altered to present reading in 1845.
[3] All editions up to and including 1851. Though Power, etc.
[4] 1842-1850. Though every channel.