ROMEWARD, HO! "ROMEWARD, HO!"-Who will go?- Jesuit fleecers of the flock! Long we've seen you're not at home, Leave us!-Better that the fold Romeward, Ho!-Attend the call, Time it is we fairly knew Who are false, and who are true;— If ye find ye're not at home, When you see, beyond a doubt, How your folly finds you out, Then confess, 'twas mad to go, Sound the summons-" HOMEWARD, Ho!" Homeward, Ho!—and homeward hie, Come !—Return!-where Truth displays By experience, dearly bought, ENGLAND'S VOICE TO ENGLAND'S QUEEN. WRITTEN PREVIOUS TO THE PASSING OF THE ECCLESIASTICAL TITLES BILL. MONARCH! hear a people's cry Listen to a nation's story— 'Tis no infant's lullaby, But the shout of perill'd glory. Never let a Despot say, England's sceptre rules no longer Shew him, by decisive sway, Popes are strong, but Queens are stronger. 'Tis a daring, dark offence, Dastard blow at Britain's honour ; Insolence of Impotence Shall the shame remain upon her? H Nay-Victoria!-speak the word, Like a Monarch, be it spoken, Vowing o'er a nation's sword Both must be, if one be broken. Tell the vain Usurper so, Bid him call his minions homeward ; Tell them, Britons bid them "go!" And if they go not-send them-Romeward. Oh! by all a nation's hopes, Monarch! like a monarch shew it England's throne is not the Pope's, Rouse thee! like the waves that roll Lash them into angry motion. |