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ARCHBISHOP CHICHELY TO HENRY V.
But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord
“What beast in wilderness or cultured field
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.
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 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.
THE SAME SUBJECT.
ABUSE OF MONASTIC POWER.
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 !
Yet more,-round many a Convent's blazing fire
Yer many a Novice of the cloistral shade,
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.
MOTHER ! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
TRANSLATION OF THE BIBLE.
Not utterly unworthy to endure
But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book,
THE POINT AT ISSUE.
REVIVAL OF POPERY.
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.
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 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 !
EDWARD SIGNING THE WARRANT FOR THE
EXECUTION OF JOAN OF KENT.
The tears of man in various measure gush
* See Note.
+ For the belief in this fact, see the contemporary Historians,
GENERAL VIEW OF THE TROUBLES OF THE
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.
ENGLISH REFORMERS IN EXILE.
SCATTERING, like birds escaped the fowler's net, Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are,
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 !
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.