Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1851-12-25

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forgot not to call unto God still
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with his bill pulled off the faggot
above, and where he saw the fire
fame up, he wrested himself untC
that side. And when the hamt
touched the gunpowder, he was seer
to stir no more, but burned on tht
other side, falling down at master
Latimer's feet; which. some said
happened by reason that the chain
loosed; others said, that he fell ovel
the chain ty reason Of the poise o
his body, and the weakness Of the
neither limbs.
"Some said, that before he was like
to fall IRON the stake, he desired them
to hold him to it with their bills
However it was. surely it moved
hundreds to tears, in beholding the
horrible sight; for | think there was
none that had not clean exiIed all
humanity and mercy, which would
not have lamented TO behold the fury
oi the fire so TO rage upon their
bodies"
IT'S good TO sing of champions old
The honour and renown;
To tell how truth and loyalty
Have saved an earthly crown.
But shame TO us, if on the day
+. When higher themes are given
When mans device and mans decree
Usurp the word of Heaven
We dare forget the nobler names
OF those who vanquished death,
To. keep unstained, from sire to son,
Our freedom and our faith
We bend the knee and bow the head
= Upon the Christmas morn,
In token that, for sinful men,
The Saviour. Christ, was born.
Nor less, unto the faithful heart,
. That time must hallowed be,
On which our Lord and Master died
TN unguish-on the tree;
And Easter brings its holy hymn,
Its triumph o'er the grave,
When He, the dead, arose in might,
Omnipotent to save.
We worship as our fathers did,
In this our English home,
Not asking grace from mortal man
Nor craving leave from Rome.
Once more the warning note is heard,
The hour of strife is near
What seeks he, with his mitred pomp,
That rank Italian, here?
What sought they in the former days,
When last that mission came?
The will, the craft, the creed of Rome
Remain for aye the same!
Woe, woe to those who dared to dream
That England might be free;
That Papal power and Papal rule
Were banished DER the sea;
That he who safe in Peters chair,
Had lost the will to harm,
Was powerless as a withered crone
Who works by spell and charml
Woe, woe TO those who dared deny
The Roman Pontiff's swayl
His red right arm is barred in wrath,
To smite, and burn, and slayl
Light up, light up the ready fires!
Sound trumpet, fife, and drum;
Give welcome meet to him who brings
The sovereign hosts of Rome.
No humble barefoot messenger
No sandaIled monk is he;
A stately priest-a Cardinal
Proclaims the Pope's decree.
And seel upon her royal knees
The Queen OF England falls,
In homage to a mightier Prince,
Within her fathers halls!
'Tis done. Fair England bow thy
head,
And mourn thy greYious sinl
What though the Universal Church
Will gladly let thee in?
The stain is still upon thy brow,
The guilt is on thy hand;
For thou hast dared to worship God.
Against the Pope's command.
And thou hast scoffed at saint and shrine,
Denied the Queen of Heaven,
And opened up with impious hands
The Holy Book unshriven.
For this, and for thy stubborn will
In daring to be free.
A fearful penance must be done
Ere guilt shall pass from thee.
The prophets of the newborn faith,
The leaders of the blind
Arise, and take them in the midst
Leave not a man behind
n London's streets and Oxford's courts
A solemn fast proclaim,
And lie. the sins OF England's Church
Be purged away by flannel
N order long. the monkish throng
Wind through the Oxford street,
With up-drawn cowls, and folded hands,
And slow and noiseless feet.