The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1877-06-02
THE NEW CRUSADE.


From the Buffalo Commercial Adyertiser.l
In the days of the voice of the seventh
angel, when he shall begin to sound, the
mystery of God should be finished. as He
hath declared to His servants, the prophets.
-ReY. X, z.
Trump of the Lord hear it blow
Forward the cross: the world shall know
,Ieh0Vah's arms against the foe.
Down shall the cursed Crescent goi
To arms--tO arms
God wills it so.
God help the Russl God bless the Carl
Shame on the swords that trade can mar
Shame on the laggards, faint and far,
That rise not to the holy war.
To arms--to armsl
The Cross our Star.
How long, o Lord for thou art just:
Vengeance is Thine-in Thee we trust. =
Wake, arm of God, and dash to dust
Those hordes of rapine and of lust.
TO arms-to arms
Wake swords that rust.
Break with the thunder and the fire
To new Crusades let Faith inspire;
Down with the Crescent to the mire
To arms-to arms,
TO vengeance dire
Forward the Cross. That night recall,
OF ravished maids and wives withal,
With blnod that stained Sophia's wall,
When Christmas saw the Cross downfall.
10 arms-tO arms,
Ye nations all
To high Stamboul that Cross restore
Glitter in its glories as of yore.
Down with the Turk From Europes shore
Drive back the Paynim drunk with gore.
70 arms-to arms,
To arms once more!
VII
Forward the Cross. Uplift that signi
Joy eometh with its morning shine,
blossoms the rose and teens the vine;
The olive is it's fruit benign.
To arins-to arnls!
Come Peace divine!
A. CLEVELAND COKE.
REPLY TO THE ABOVE.
In reply 10 the above, by the Bishop of
the Episcopal Church of the Western diocese,
we present the following:
What a fine looking thing is warl Yet,
dress it AS We MAY, dress and feather 1t.
daul it with gold, hnzza after it and sing
staggering songs about it-what is it, but
murder in unifurml Cain taking the ser
geants shilling f-Dougtas Je'40td.
Thou msn of God, who Thus implore
Thy trother's sacred blood to pour
In hateful tides of turhid gore
From uardaneifes to Danube's shore,
BE still-be still
Blaspheme no more!
God help thesbalses God bless the wives
Shame ON the priests that whet the knives
Shame on the church whose altar thrives
BY wrecking peaceful peasants lives
Be still--be still
'Tis He'll that drives!
How long, o Lord. before thy shrine
Shall men pray, Vengeance, God, is thine, y
Then worship Moluch us divine,
Aud drink the battles bloody winef
Be stili-be still
o, heart of mine
Forward the Race Let crecds Inpaft
No barb of poison to the dart
That flies from Malnmon's bow, or start
Tasmanian devils in the heart!
Be still-be still
Love sits apart.
V.
God bless tho Cart Beneath his eye
Poor Poland writhes apd can not die,
And as the bandits lninions ply
The knout, to Heaven ascends her cry.
Be still-be still
o. Infamy!
VI.
Put up the sword And ne'er again
Let the grim Crusades' fiery train
Drag DER the earth its awful stain
"Tis branded with the curse of Cain
Be still-be still
Let Mercy reign.
| Come Holy Peace! May Muscovite
| And Moslem end their wretched fight;
Women with songs shall hail the light,
And children flock with flags of white
Be stll-be still
| o, sacred sight
w. A. CRoFFUT.
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