She resolves it-proclaims it-"No Cardinal's tread Shall befoul the green sod, where the faithful have bled!" Let him come! let him come! Let him polish the chain," That he brings to enfetter our Zion again; We have known it of old-we remember it still, We can strip it of all the false glare—and we will! And we'll show to the nations, that bend in the yoke, That we wear not the bond, which our forefathers broke; And we'll bid them arise in the might of their men, Proclaiming the rightdom of judgment again. *See Cardinal Wiseman's Manifesto. F Then the world shall awake!-and the king doms declare "That no foreign prince shall be potentate there;" Till the banner Old England has nobly unfurled The flag of Truth's freedom-waves over the world! PROTESTANT AGGRESSION. We have suffered her long, But we slumber no longer, The sunlight of Truth bids delusion away; And the army of Jesus Is stronger and stronger To marshal its mighty in battle array. No more, with her fawning, Does "Babylon" guile us, For she dares to usurp, without shame or disguise : All the scum of her filthiness Flings to defile us, And the dust of her vanities throws in our eyes! Are Britons-are Protestants Lost to the feeling, That blushes to yield a Usurper the sway? Away double-dealing! Cast compromise once and for ever away. Not, alone, be the walls Of our Zion defended, Let us meet the besiegers without on the Never halt from the charge, Till the battle is ended, And Rome is disabled from fighting again. Then, a shout for Aggression On Rome's usurpation! A song for the faithful, who rise at the word! 'Tis the Protestant cry Of a Protestant nation, And we "wish it good luck, in the name of the Lord." CURSE YE MEROZ. "Curse ye Meroz, said the angel of the Lord, curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty."-JUDGES V. 23. "CURSE ye Meroz! Curse ye Meroz!" Said the angel of the Lord; Curse ye bitterly her heroes "Cowards"-were the fitter word. To the help of God she came not, Protestants of every nation, "Tis a warning word for you; Make at once the application, Ere the curse of Meroz do. |