A love so strange and ever rare,
It's beyond race, creed and color,
Read your bursting verses I swear,
Heard but never seen your valor.
The sun and the moon may go blank,
Make your ever going brook dry,
Your words go for ever to top rank,
Thus all your hopes thrive,never belie.
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So your foot- prints live for ages,
Ever green in my heart you live,
Those sacred words of golden pages,
Your memories lofty new thoughts give.
I fear forgetfulness,Oh ! Lord Tennyson,
So your name I gave my elder son
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Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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