Win from the Church a serpent-like embrace, And part insulted with her tardy grace! In walks of state, in palaces of pride, She reigns the Omnipotent, the Glorified! And yet she will not rest her pinions here, Nor bound her empire to this lower sphere. Oh no! in sterner guise she speaks to men; Her dread dominion mocks at mortal ken; With victor tread she cleaves the dark unknown, And sways and triumphs on a viewless throne; Her quencless torch is lit 'mid funeral gloom; Her iron sceptre rests upon the tomb; Sepulchral Night withdraws its veil for her, And Death attends, obsequious Minister, Waits but her word to strike the destined prey, His breath her life, his gain her victory! Ask the secret of her mystic sway you ? Go read it graven on her sainted clay! The pomp that blazes round her living head, But speaks the glory of her mighty Dead. Say, lacks she strength? the Dead who cannot die, The men who gave their brief mortality To toil and sin, that she might bear the rod, And vex the nations in the name of God, Still love and watch, and labour in the grave, Their chainless spirits walk the trembling world, Hurl their collected terrors on the foes Who spurn the yoke the Church would fain impose, With arms that flee the hand and mock the eye, Spoil the vain show of earthly potency, From Court and Camp reluctant homage wring, Disarm the Warrior and uncrown the King! Is this Poetic Truth? Does Fancy fly The form that rots, the fame that ripens there, The Lord of many realms! the Man of might! In stern impatience to fulfil their trust, The bloody scourge is passed from hand to hand! And see him now, the meet submission made, Adore the dust of him he loathed and feared, Tremendous Shade! O say, did Heaven allow, No prophet-fire within thy soul to glow? F The outcast welcomed to his glorious rest! The traitor sanctified among the blest! Thy name a fiery bolt, a vengeful rod! Thy sepulchre the temple of a God, Where Faith has kindled, trembling Guilt adored, Where Pain has wept, and sought celestial balm, The throned Oppressor worships at thy grave, * At this time Henry was at war with his son, his barons, and the king of France, abhorred by his subjects, forsaken by his friends. At the news of his humiliation all England rose in his favour, and gave him a complete victory over his enemies. It was reported that on the day of penance, William king of Scotland was taken prisoner by his lieutenant in Northumberland. |