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But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord
Have long borne witness as the Scriptures teach?
Ages ere Valdo raised his voice to preach
In Gallic ears the unadulterate Word,
Their fugitive Progenitors explored
Subalpine vales, in quest of safe retreats
Where that pure Church survives, though summer

Open a passage to the Romish sword,
Far as it dares to follow. Herbs self-sown,
And fruitage gathered from the chesnut wood,
Nourish the sufferers then; and mists, that brood
O'er chasms with new-fallen obstacles bestrown,
Protect them; and the eternal snow that daunts
Aliens, is God's good winter for their haunts.

“What beast in wilderness or cultured field
“ The lively beauty of the leopard shows?
“What flower in meadow-ground or garden grows
“That to the towering lily doth not yield?
“Let both meet only on thy royal shield !
“Go forth, great King! claim what thy birth bestows;
“Conquer the Gallic lily which thy foes
“Dare to usurp ;-thou hast a sword to wield,
“And Heaven will crown the right.”—The mitred

Thus spake—and lo! a Fleet, for Gaul addrest,
Ploughs her bold course across the wondering seas ;
For, sooth to say, ambition, in the reast
Of youthful heroes, is no sullen fire,
But one that leaps to meet the fanning breeze.

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PRAISED be the Rivers, from their mountain springs

WARS OF YORK AND LANCASTER. Shouting to Freedom, “Plant thy banners here !”

Thus is the storm abated by the craft To harassed Piety, “Dismiss thy fear,

Of a shrewd Counsellor, eager to protect [checked, And in our 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.

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Those had given earliest notice, as the lark
Springs from the ground the morn to gratulate;

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.







“Woe to you, Prelates ! rioting in case

THREATS come which no submission may assuage, “ And cumbrous wealth-the shame of your estate; No sacrifice avert, no power dispute ; “ You, on whose progress dazzling trains await The tapers shall be quenched, the belfries mute, “Of pompous horses ; whom vain titles please ; And, ʼmid their choirs unroofed by selfish rage, “ Who will be served by others on their knees, The warbling wren shall find a leafy cage ; “ Yet will yourselves to God no service pay ; The gadding bramble hang her purple fruit; “Pastors who neither take nor point the way And the green lizard and the gilded newt “ To Heaven ; for, either lost in vanities

Lead unmolested lives, and die of age. “ Ye have no skill to teach, or if ye know

The owl of evening and the woodland fox “And speak the word- _” Alas! of fearful For their abode the shrines of Waltham choose : things

Proud Glastonbury can no more refuse 'Tis the most fearful when the people's eye To stoop her head before these desperate shocks-Abuse hath cleared from vain imaginings ; She whose high pomp displaced, as story tells, And taught the general voice to prophesy Arimathean Joseph's wattled cells. Of Justice armed, and Pride to be laid low.





And what is Penance with her knotted thong ;

The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek Mortification with the shirt of hair,

Through saintly habit than from effort due Wan cheek, and knees indúrated with prayer,

To unrelenting mandates that pursue Vigils, and fastings rigorous as long ;

With equal wrath the steps of strong and weak) If cloistered Avarice scruple not to wrong

Goes forth-unveiling timidly a cheek The pious, humble, useful Secular,

Suffused with blushes of celestial hue, And rob the people of his daily care,

While through the Convent's gate to open view Scorning that world whose blindness makes her Softly she glides, another home to seek. strong?

Not Iris, issuing from her cloudy shrine, Inversion strange ! that, unto One who lives

An Apparition more divinely bright! For self, and struggles with himself alone,

Not more attractive to the dazzled sight The amplest share of heavenly favour gives ;

Those watery glories, on the stormy brine That to a Monk allots, both in the esteem

Poured forth, while summer suns at distance shine, Of God and man, place higher than to him

And the green vales lie hushed in sober light ! Who on the good of others builds his own !

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Yet more,-round many a Convent's blazing fire
Unhallowed threads of revelry are spun ;
There Venus sits disguised like a Nun,-
While Bacchus, clothed in semblance of a Friar,
Pours out his choicest beverage high and higher
Sparkling, until it cannot choose but run
Over the bowl, whose silver lip hath won
An instant kiss of masterful desire-
To stay the precious waste. Through every brain
The domination of the sprightly juice
Spreads high conceits to madding Fancy dear,
Till the arched roof, with resolute abuse
Of its grave echoes, swells a choral strain,
Whose votive burthen is_“ OUR KINGDOM'S HERE!"

Yer many a Novice of the cloistral shade,
And many chained by vows, with eager glee
The warrant hail, exulting to be free ;
Like ships before whose keels, full long embayed
In polar ice, propitious winds have made
Unlooked for outlet to an open sea,
Their liquid world, for bold discovery,
In all her quarters temptingly displayed !
Hope guides the young ; but when the old must

The threshold, whither shall they turn to find
The hospitality—the alms (alas !
Alms may be needed) which that House bestowed !
Can they, in faith and worship, train the mind
To keep this new and questionable road ?





YE, too, must fly before a chasing hand,

DEEP is the lamentation ! Not alone Angels and Saints, in every hamlet mourned ! From Sages justly honoured by mankind; Ah ! if the old idolatry be spurned,

But from the ghostly tenants of the wind, Let not your radiant Shapes desert the Land : Demons and Spirits, many a dolorous groan Her adoration was not your demand,

Issues for that dominion overthrown: The fond heart proffered it—the servile heart; Proud Tiber grieves, and far-off Ganges, blind And therefore are ye summoned to depart, As his own worshippers: and Nile, reclined Michael, and thou, St. George, whose flaming brand | Upon his monstrous urn, the farewell moan The Dragon quelled ; and valiant Margaret Renews. Through every forest, cave, and den, Whose rival sword a like Opponent slew :

Where frauds were hatched of old, hath sorrow And rapt Cecilia, seraph-haunted Queen

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.

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MOTHER ! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
With the least shade of thought to sin allied ;
Woman ! above all women glorified,
Our tainted nature's solitary boast;
Purer than foam on central ocean tost;
Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn
With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon
Before her wane begins on heaven's blue coast ;
Thy Image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween,
Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend,
As to a visible Power, in which did blend
All that was mixed and reconciled in Thee
Of mother's love with maiden purity,
Of high with low, celestial with terrene !

Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane
Green leaves with yellow mixed are torn away,
And goodly fruitage with the mother spray;
'Twere madness—wished we, therefore, to detain,
With hands stretched forth in mollified disdain,
The 'trumpery' that ascends in bare display-
Bulls, pardons, relics, cowls black, white, and grey,
Upwhirled, and Aying o'er the ethereal plain
Fast bound for Limbo Lake. And yet not choice
But habit rules the unreflecting herd,
And airy bonds are hardest to disown;
Hence, with the spiritual sovereignty transferred
Unto itself, the Crown assumes a voice
Of reckless mastery, hitherto unknown.





Not utterly unworthy to endure
Was the supremacy of crafty Rome;
Age after age to the arch of Christendom
Aërial keystone haughtily secure ;
Supremacy from Heaven transmitted pure,
As many hold; and, therefore, to the tomb
Pass, some through fire—and by the scaffold some-
Like saintly Fisher, and unbending More.
Lightly for both the bosom's lord did sit
Upon his throne;' unsoftened, undismayed
By aught that mingled with the tragic scene
Of pity or fear; and More's gay genius played
With the inoffensive sword of native wit,
Than the bare axe more luminous and keen.

But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book,
In dusty sequestration wrapt too long,
Assumes the accents of our native tongue;
And he who guides the plough, or wields the crook,
With understanding spirit now may look
Upon her records, listen to her song,
And sift her laws-much wondering that the wrong,
Which Faith has suffered, Heaven could calmly

Transcendent boon! noblest that earthly King
Ever bestowed to equalize and bless
Under the weight of mortal wretchedness !
But passions spread like plagues, and thousands wild
With bigotry shall tread the Offering
Beneath their feet, detested and defiled.





For what contend the wise ?—for nothing less

The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned Than that the Soul, freed from the bonds of Sense, By unrelenting Death. O People keen And to her God restored by evidence

For change, to whom the new looks always green! Of things not seen, drawn forth from their

Rejoicing did they cast upon the ground

recess, Root there, and not in forms, her holiness ;

Their Gods of wood and stone; and, at the sound For Faith, which to the Patriarchs did dispense

Of counter-proclamation, now are seen, Sure guidance, ere a ceremonial fence

(Proud triumph is it for a sullen Queen !) Was needful round men thirsting to transgress ;

Lifting them up, the worship to confound For Faith, more perfect still, with which the Lord

Of the Most High. Again do they invoke Of all, himself a Spirit, in the youth

The Creature, to the Creature glory give; Of Christian aspiration, deigned to fill

Again with frankincense the altars smoke

Like those the Heathen served ; and mass is sung ; The temples of their hearts who, with his word 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 unknown tongue.

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How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled ! “SWEET is the holiness of Youth'-so felt

See Latimer and Ridley in the might
Time-honoured Chaucer speaking through that Lay Of Faith stand coupled for a common flight !
By which the Prioress beguiled the way,

One (like those prophets whom God sent of old) And many a Pilgrim's rugged heart did melt.

Transfigured *, from this kindling hath foretold Hadst thou, loved Bard ! whose spirit often dwelt A torch of inextinguishable light; In the clear land of vision, but foreseen

The Other gains a confidence as bold; King, child, and seraph, blended in the mien

And thus they foil their enemy's despite. Of pious Edward kneeling as he knelt

The penal instruments, the shows of crime, In meek and simple infancy, what joy

Are glorified while this once-mitred pair For universal Christendom had thrilled

Of saintly Friends the 'murtherer's chain partake, Thy heart! what hopes inspired thy genius, skilled Corded, and burning at the social stake:' (O great Precursor, genuine morning Star)

Earth never witnessed object more sublime The lucid shafts of reason to employ,

In constancy, in fellowship more fair! Piercing the Papal darkness from afar !





The tears of man in various measure gush
From various sources; gently overflow
From blissful transport some-from clefts of woe
Some with ungovernable impulse rush;
And some, coëval with the earliest blush
Of infant passion, scarcely dare to show
Their pearly lustre—coming but to go;
And some break forth when others' sorrows crush
The sympathising heart. Nor these, nor yet
The noblest drops to admiration known,
To gratitude, to injuries forgiven-
Claim Heaven's regard like waters that have wet
The innocent eyes of youthful Monarchs driven
To pen the mandates, nature doth disown.

OUTSTRETCHING flame-ward his upbraided hand
(O God of mercy, may no earthly Seat
Of judgment such presumptuous doom repeat !)
Amid the shuddering throng doth Cranmer stand;
Firm as the stake to which with iron band
His frame is tied; firm from the naked feet
To the bare head. The victory is complete;
The shrouded Body to the Soul's command
Answers with more than Indian fortitude,
Through all her nerves with finer sense endued,
Till breath departs in blissful aspiration:
Then, ʼmid the ghastly ruins of the fire,
Behold the unalterable heart entire, [tion!t
Emblem of faith untouched, miraculous attesta-

* See Note.

+ For the belief in this fact, see the contemporary Historians,

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METHINKS that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light, Light as a buoyant bark from wave to wave, Our mortal ken! Inspire a perfect trust

Were mine the trusty staff that Jewel gave (While we look round) that Heaven's decrees are

To youthful HOOKER, in familiar style Which few can hold committed to a fight [just: The gift exalting, and with playful smile *: That shows, ev'n on its better side, the might For thus equipped, and bearing on his head Of proud Self-will, Rapacity, and Lust,

The Donor's farewell blessing, can he dread 'Mid clouds enveloped of polemic dust,

Tempest, or length of way, or weight of toil ? Which showers of blood seem rather to incite

More sweet than odours caught by him who sails Than to allay. Anathemas are hurled

Near spicy shores of Araby the blest, From both sides; veteran thunders (the brute test A thousand times more exquisitely sweet, Of truth) are met by fulminations new

The freight of holy feeling which we meet, Tartarean flags are caught at, and unfurled

In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales Friends strike at friends—the flying shall pursue— From fields where good men walk, or bowers And Victory sickens, ignorant where to rest !

wherein they rest.





SCATTERING, like birds escaped the fowler's net, Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are,
Some seek with timely flight a foreign strand; Spotless in life, and eloquent as wise,
Most happy, re-assembled in a land

With what entire affection do they prize [care By dauntless Luther freed, could they forget Their Church reformed ! labouring with earnest Their Country's woes. But scarcely have they met, To baffle all that may her strength impair ; Partners in faith, and brothers in distress,

That Church, the unperverted Gospel's seat; Free to pour forth their common thankfulness,

In their afflictions a divine retreat ; [prayer! Ere hope declines :-their union is beset

Source of their liveliest hope, and tenderest With speculative notions rashly sown,

The truth exploring with an equal mind, Whence thickly-sprouting growth of poisonous In doctrine and communion they have sought weeds;

Firmly between the two extremes to steer; Their forms are broken staves; their passions, But theirs the wise man's ordinary lot, That master them. How enviably blest (steeds To trace right courses for the stubborn blind, Is he who can, by help of grace, enthrone

And prophesy to ears that will not hear. The peace of God within his single breast !

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Men, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy Hail, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar

Their forefathers; lo! sects are formed, and split

With morbid restlessness ;—the ecstatic fit Triumphant, snatched from many a treacherous All hail, sage Lady, whom a grateful Isle [wile ! Spreads wide; though special mysteries multiply,

The Saints must govern, is their common cry; Hath blest, respiring from that dismal war Stilled by thy voice! But quickly from afar

And so they labour, deeming Holy Writ Defiance breathes with more malignant aim;

Disgraced by aught that seems content to sit And alien storms with home-bred ferments claim

Beneath the roof of settled Modesty. Portentous fellowship. Her silver car,

The Romanist exults; fresh hope he draws By sleepless prudence ruled, glides slowly on;

From the confusion, craftily incites Unhurt by violence, from menaced taint

The overweening, personates the madEmerging pure, and seemingly more bright:

To heap disgust upon the worthier Cause :

Totters the Throne; the new-born Church is sad Ah! wherefore yields it to a foul constraint Black as the clouds its beams dispersed, while shone,

For every wave against her peace unites. By men and angels blest, the glorious light?

* See Note.

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