The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1877-05-25
Thc rev Crusade.
FOR THE RUSSIAN.

Trn aSnp 81 ,h M Cross: the world shall know
.lchovah's arm against the Zoe,
To arms-to arms.
God wills It so.
God help tho Russ: God bless the Carl
shame on the swords that trade can an mar
In s rise S not to tie holy war.
To arms-to arms:
The Cross our Star.
How long. oh Lord for Thou ar; just;
Vengeance Is Thine-in Thee we trust
Wake, arm Of God, and dash TO dust
Those hories or rapine and OF lust.
wake swords that rust.
For,vart, the Cross. Break clouds Of ire!
Break with The thunder and the hre!
10 new Crlsades let Faith inspire;
blown with the Crescent to the mlrci
To arms-to arms.
To vengeance dire.
Forward the Cross. That night recall.
OF ravished maids and wives withAi,
With blood that stained Sophia>s wall,
When Christians saw the Cross downfall.
To arms-to arms.
Ye nations all!
To hish stambou! that Cross restore!
Snwn Win III The Turs. From Europes shore
Drive hack the Paynm drunk with gore. +.
To arms-to arinsl
TO arms once more!
Forward the Cross. uphft that sign:
Blossoms the rose and teens the vine;
The olive is its fruit benign.
To arDS-to arms!
Come Peace divine. .."'.
1Bishop A. Cleveland Core. in Buffalo Corn
nerciGt.
Against both poem and commentary allow
us most respectfully but most earnestly to
protest. The aforesaid lines should never
have been written. certainly not by pro
fesSed servant of God of mercy. lore, and
PEACE We hope no one will attempt to
,,,a7vu the Bishops lines to martial music,
but rather that they may be blotted out and
forgotten. 1t is just such frenzied, fanat'-
cal productions as this poem OF Bishop
Coke that have ever appealed to all that is
most savage and most brutal in mans ma
ture, rouSing up all his widest passions,
teaching HIM to 'imitatc the tiger" in afro
city and ferocity. 1t was just such mad
s,aving rs this that emptied Europe in the
crusadeS !; Just such rs this that has deluged
the earth in blood often heretofore. I" God
ssiNs 1t So" and .''Tis Holy War;" Alas!
Alas. for how much are those two sem
fences responsible to an unhappy world!
1t is enough to make mere human heart,
albeit unregenerate, bleed to read Of the
wholesale destruction Of human life in this
Turcc-RuSSian war. wrought by means OF
all the modern machinery and death-dealing
appliances-o OF thousands of human souls
cut off in an hour and sent-whither all
in the name OF "pohticdi necessity" "bal-
ance OF power" or, worse still, OF blood
red superstition, or for sake OF territorial
ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Let us have no more of
Bishop Coke or OF his doctrine, as his poem
exemplifies it. Per contra, and from an
entirely different source, let Us beg you to
print the lines below:
Against Roth.
"a Newspaper Hereto w., A. Croflu) In The
Thou man Of God who thus implore
Thy brothers. sacred blood TO pour
In hateful tides of turbid gore
Be still-be still! ..
B1aspheme no more.
God help the babes! God bless the wives!
Shame on the priests that whet the knives!
Shame on the CHURCH whose altar thrives
Ey wrecking peaceful peasants lives.
IT'S Hell that trives:
How long, o Lord. before thy shrine
Shall men pray. - Vengeance God. Is Thine"
Then worship Moloch as divine,
And drink the battles bloody wine?
Be still-be still! "
o, heart of mine.
Forward the race. Let crcAds impart
No barb OF poison to the dart
That flies from Mammon's bow or start
Tasmanian devils in The heart.
Be still-be still
Love sits apart.
God Bless the Car" Ecneath his eye
Poor Poland wi.hei's s,ld cannot uie,
And rs The bandits minions ply
The knout. TO Heaven asccnGs her cry,
Be still-be still!
q infamy!
Put up the sword! And neer again
lie. the grim Crusaders fiery train
Drag DER the earth Its awful stain
Ills branded with the curse Of CAIN
Be Still-be still!
Let Mercy reign q
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 stiIl-bc still
O sacred sight! .s