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AND, not in vain embodied to the sight,
As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest
And what melodious sounds at times prevail !
Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root
Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars
The tapers burn; the odorous incense feeds
And, while the Host is raised, its elevation
Mid woods and wilds, on Nature's craggy throne,
ARCHBISHOP CHICHELY TO HENRY V.
But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord “What beast in wilderness or cultured field
“What flower in meadow-ground or garden grows In Gallic ears the unadulterate Word,
“That to the towering lily doth not yield ? Their fugitive Progenitors explored
“Let both meet only on thy royal shield ! Subalpine vales, in quest of safe retreats
"Go forth, great King! claim what thy birth bestows; Where that pure Church survives, though summer “Conquer the Gallic lily which thy foes heats
“Dare to usurp ;-thou hast a sword to wield, Open a passage to the Romish sword,
“And Heaven will crown the right.”—The mitred Far as it dares to follow. Herbs self-sown,
Sire And fruitage gathered from the chesnut wood, Thus spake--and lo! a Fleet, for Gaul addrest, Nourish the sufferers then; and mists, that brood Ploughs her bold course across the wondering seas ; O'er chasms with new-fallen obstacles bestrown, For, sooth to say, ambition, in the breast Protect them; and the eternal snow that daunts Of youthful heroes, is no sullen fire, Aliens, is God's good winter for their haunts. But one that leaps to meet the fanning breeze.
WARS OF YORK AND LANCASTER.
PRAISED be the Rivers, from their mountain springs
Thus is the storm abated by the craft
Of a shrewd Counsellor, eager to protect [checked, And in ou caverns smooth thy ruffled wings !”
The Church, whose power hath recently been Nor be unthanked their final lingerings
Whose monstrous riches threatened. So the shaft Silent, but not to high-souled Passion’s ear
Of victory mounts high, and blood is quaffed 'Mid reedy fens wide-spread and marshes drear,
In fields that rival Cressy and PoictiersTheir own creation. Such glad welcomings
Pride to be washed away by bitter tears ! As Po was heard to give where Venice rose
For deep as hell itself, the avenging draught Hailed from aloft those Heirs of truth divine
Of civil slaughter. Yet, while temporal power Who near his fountains sought obscure repose, Is by these shocks exhausted, spiritual truth Yet came prepared as glorious lights to shine, Maintains the else endangered gift of life ; Should that be needed for their sacred Charge ; Proceeds from infancy to lusty youth; Blest Prisoners They, whose spirits were at large! And, under cover of this woeful strife,
Gathers unblighted strength from hour to hour.
Those had given earliest notice, as the lark
Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear, Or rather rose the day to antedate,
And at her call is Wicliffe disinhumed: By striking out a solitary spark, [dark.-- Yea, his dry bones to ashes are consumed When all the world with midnight gloom was
And flung into the brook that travels near ; [hear Then followed the Waldensian bands, whom Hate
Forthwith, that ancient Voice which Streams can In vain endeavours to exterminate,
Thus speaks (that Voice which walks upon the wind, Whom Obloquy pursues with hideous bark
Though seldom heard by busy human kind)— But they desist not ;-and the sacred fire,
“ As thou these ashes, little Brook! wilt bear Rekindled thus, from dens and savage woods
“Into the Avon, Avon to the tide Moves, handed on with never-ceasing care,
“Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, Through courts, through camps,o'er limitary floods ;
“ Into main Ocean they, this deed accurst Nor lacks this sea-girt Isle a timely share
“An emblem yields to friends and enemies Of the new Flame, not suffered to expire.
“How the bold Teacher's Doctrine, sanctified
"By truth, shall spread, throughout the world * See Note.
CORRUPTIONS OF THE HIGHER CLERGY.
DISSOLUTION OF THE MONASTERIES.
“Woe to you, Prelates ! rioting in ease
Threats come which no submission may assuage,
THE SAME SUBJECT.
ABUSE OF MONASTIC POWER.
The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek
Through saintly habit than from effort due
To unrelenting mandates that pursue
With equal wrath the steps of strong and weak)
Goes forth--unveiling timidly a cheek
Suffused with blushes of celestial hue,
While through the Convent's gate to open view
Not Iris, issuing from her cloudy shrine,
An Apparition more divinely bright !
Not more attractive to the dazzled sight
Those watery glories, on the stormy brine
Poured forth, while summer suns at distance shine,
And the green vales lie hushed in sober light !
Yet more,-round many a Convent's blazing fire
YEt many a Novice of the cloistral shade,
YE, too, must Aly before a chasing hand,
Deep is the lamentation ! Not alone
But from the ghostly tenants of the wind,
Issues for that dominion overthrown:
Where frauds were hatched of old, hath sorrow
pastOf harmony; and weeping Magdalene,
Hangs o'er the Arabian Prophet's native Waste, Who in the penitential desert met
Where once his airy helpers schemed and planned Gales sweet as those that over Eden blew ! Mid spectral lakes bemocking thirsty men,
And stalking pillars built of fiery sand.
MOTHER ! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
Not utterly unworthy to endure
But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book,
THE POINT AT ISSUE.
REVIVAL OF POPERY.
The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned
For change, to whom the new looks always green! of things not seen, drawn forth from their recess, Their Gods of wood and stone ; and, at the sound
Rejoicing did they cast upon the ground
Of counter-proclamation, now are seen,
(Proud triumph is it for a sullen Queen!) Was needful round men thirsting to transgress of the Most High. Again do they invoke
Lifting them up, the worship to confound
The Creature, to the Creature glory give; of Christian aspiration, deigned to fill
Again with frankincense the altars stoke The temples of their hearts who, with his word
Like those the Heathen served ; and mass is set Informed, were resolute to do his will,
And prayer, man's rational prerogative, And worship him in spirit and in truth.
Runs through blind channels of an unknos tome
LATIMER AND RIDLEY.
How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled! “SWEET is the holiness of Youth'--so felt
See Latimer and Ridley in the might
One (like those prophets whom God sent of dit
The Other gains a confidence as bold ;
The penal instruments, the shows of crime, In meek and simple infancy, what joy
Are glorified while this once-mitred pair
Of saintly Friends the “murtherer's chain persia
In constancy, in fellowship more fair!
OUTSTRETCHING flame-ward his upbraided bead
Of judgment such presumptuous doom repent.) The tears of man in various measure gush
Amid the shuddering throng doth Cranmer star From various sources ; gently overflow
Firm as the stake to which with iron band From blissful transport some—from clefts of woe His frame is tied; firm from the naked feet Some with ungovernable impulse rush ;
To the bare head. The victory is complete; And some, coëval with the earliest blush
The shrouded Body to the Soul's cominand Of infant passion, scarcely dare to show
Answers with more than Indian fortitude,
Through all her nerves with finer sense endast
Behold the unalterable heart entire,
Emblem of faith untouched, miraculous sta*
EXECUTION OF JOAN OF KENT.
* See Note.
† For the belief in this fact, see the contemporary torians,