But the folly we'll suffer no longer, So take up the pen, Write again and again, Till the Roman be taught who's the stronger. Petition!-Petition! Against imposition It's a way that we have of succeeding; Aye, in spite of her tooth, That she's done with her Protestant bleeding! THE TRIAL OF THE SEVEN THEY stand the test-those faithful men ! They brave the tyrant's rod; A shameful life-their choice between Or martyrdom for God. Yet brave and bold the heroes stand Within the lion's den, A firm and faithful Bishop band A band of holy men! And courage dwells in every eye, Aye, tyrant! where's the tyranny Can prison hold, or shackle bind, The soul that will be free? Nay, rather sway the winged wind, Or chain the mighty sea! They will be free! They will be free!— The eyes of years to come Are looking for their chivalry To brave the wrath of Rome; And they are vow'd to leave behind A testimony true, Where Protestants may look and find They left it!-Aye, upon the page, Where British deeds are told It stands, the pride of every age, In characters of gold; The God, they feared, came in between The victims and the sword, But not before a world had seen Their valour for the Lord. Look on! Look on!-Though years are gone, Their spirit yet remains; Look on!-till each resolves that none Shall groan in Papal chains; By all their constancy and faith, Like them to risk a martyr's death- "They went out from us, but they were not of us."-1 JOHN, ii. 19. LET them go !-we are better without them, They never belonged to the fold; It is better to know, than to watch, and to doubt them; It is safer to loose, than to hold: For the hand, that professes the brother, We would rather resign to the grasp of another, Than retain in our own!-let them go! Let them go! and a welcome will meet them, That shall blacken for ever their name; If a smile from the Harlot of Babylon greet them, Let them have it-but blush for the shame! |