Rome is thund'ring at thy gates Burst them wide upon the foe! Christendom the charge awaits, Ready to repeat the blow. Who is on the Lord's side ?—Who? "Rome shall perish !-write that word In the blood, that she has spilt; Perish hopeless, as abhorred, So the Christian bard has sung; Who is on the Lord's side ?-Who? Let him take the Poet's word, Take the warrior's weapon too, In the battle of the Lord. Soon the vict❜ry shall be won; When shall speak the Monarch's Son, "Who is on the Lord's side?-Who? "Well done good and faithful heart!" From the voice of welcome tone, "Take thy portion and thy part, In my kingdom-on my throne!" THE BILL OF TWENTY-NINE. A WORD TO THE PRIME MINISTER OF ENGLAND. REPEAL the Bill of Twenty-nine! Disgrace of British lawsImpound again the Popish kine, For "is there not a cause?" They've had their freedom-but to shew With Romish hands to strike the blow The fatal Bill of Twenty-nine And wept to see a brute so fine By bolt and bar engaged; "It will not prowl-it will not prey, Its nature is subdued; Take bar and bolt, and all away, And see its gratitude!" The idiot Bill of Twenty-nine ! It took them all away, And found the brute, so sleek and fine, No sooner from the cage released, 'Twas but a signal for the beast— The deadly Bill of Twenty-nine !— My Christian brother! yours and mine May be the hearts to bleed. The Popish tiger hunts her food, For draughts of anti-Papal blood Are welcome to her thirst. |