And he who guides the plough, or wields the crook, 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 Under the weight of mortal wretchedness! XXX. THE POINT AT ISSUE. FOR what contend the wise? for nothing less Than that the Soul, freed from the bonds of Sense, Of things not seen, drawn forth from their recess, Sure guidance, ere a ceremonial fence Was needful round men thirsting to transgress; For Faith, more perfect still, with which the Lord Of all, himself a Spirit, in the youth Of Christian aspiration, deigned to fill The temples of their hearts who, with his word And some, coeval with the earliest blush And some break forth when others' sorrows crush Claim Heaven's regard like waters that have wet XXXIII. REVIVAL OF POPERY. THE saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned For change, to whom the new looks always green! Runs through blind channels of an unknown tongue. The shrouded Body to the Soul's command Through all her nerves with finer sense endued, Till breath departs in blissful aspiration: Then, 'mid the ghastly ruins of the fire, Behold the unalterable heart entire, Emblem of faith untouched, miraculous attestation! * XXXVI. GENERAL VIEW OF THE TROUBLES OF THE REFORMATION. AID, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light, Our mortal ken! Inspire a perfect trust (While we look round) that Heaven's decrees are just: Which few can hold committed to a fight That shows, even on its better side, the might Of proud Self-will, Rapacity, and Lust, 'Mid clouds enveloped of polemic dust, Which showers of blood seem rather to incite Than to allay. Anathemas are hurled From both sides; veteran thunders (the brute test Of truth) are met by fulminations new, * For the belief in this fact, see the contemporary Historians. |