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as when； on wings of fire； Fulfilled of his malign desire； From Paradise the
conquering serpent came。 The giant ruler of the morning star From off his
fiery bed Lifts high his stately head； Which Michael's sword hath marked
with many a scar。 At his voice the pit of hell Answers with a joyous yell；
And flings her dusky portals wide For the bridegroom and the bride。
〃But louder still shall be the din In the halls of Death and Sin； When
the full measure runneth o'er； When mercy can endure no more； When he
who vainly proffers grace； Comes in his fury to deface The fair creation of
his hand； When from the heaven streams down amain For forty days the
sheeted rain； And from his ancient barriers free； With a deafening roar the
sea Comes foaming up the land。 Mother； cast thy babe aside： Bridegroom；
quit thy virgin bride： Brother； pass thy brother by： 'Tis for life； for life； ye
fly。 Along the drear horizon raves The swift advancing line of waves。 On：
on： their frothy crests appear Each moment nearer； and more near。 Urge
the dromedary's speed； Spur to death the reeling steed； If perchance ye yet
may gain The mountains that o'erhang the plain。
〃Oh thou haughty land of Nod； Hear the sentence of thy God。 Thou
hast said； 'Of all the hills Whence； after autumn rains； the rills In silver
trickle down； The fairest is that mountain white Which intercepts the
morning light From Cain's imperial town。 On its first and gentlest swell
Are pleasant halls where nobles dwell； And marble porticoes are seen
Peeping through terraced gardens green。 Above are olives； palms； and
vines； And higher yet the dark…blue pines； And highest on the summit
shines The crest of everlasting ice。 Here let the God of Abel own That
human art hath wonders shown Beyond his boasted paradise。'
〃Therefore on that proud mountain's crown Thy few surviving sons
and daughters Shall see their latest sun go down Upon a boundless waste
of waters。 None salutes and none replies； None heaves a groan or breathes
a prayer They crouch on earth with tearless eyes； And clenched hands； and
bristling hair。 The rain pours on： no star illumes The blackness of the
roaring sky。 And each successive billow booms Nigher still and still more
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nigh。 And now upon the howling blast The wreaths of spray come thick
and fast； And a great billow by the tempest curled Falls with a thundering
crash； and all is o'er。 In what is left of all this glorious world？ A sky
without a beam； a sea without a shore。
〃Oh thou fair land； where from their starry home Cherub and seraph
oft delight to roam； Thou city of the thousand towers； Thou palace of the
golden stairs； Ye gardens of perennial flowers； Ye moted gates； ye breezy
squares； Ye parks amidst whose branches high Oft peers the squirrel's
sparkling eye； Ye vineyards； in whose trellised shade Pipes many a youth
to many a maid； Ye ports where rides the gallant ship； Ye marts where
wealthy burghers meet； Ye dark green lanes which know the trip Of
woman's conscious feet； Ye grassy meads where； when the day is done；
The shepherd pens his fold； Ye purple moors on which the setting sun
Leaves a rich fringe of gold； Ye wintry deserts where the larches grow； Ye
mountains on whose everlasting snow No human foot hath trod； Many a
fathom shall ye sleep Beneath the grey and endless deep； In the great day
of the revenge of God。〃
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THE COUNTRY CLERGYMAN'S
TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE。
AN ELECTION BALLAD。
（1827。）
As I sate down to breakfast in state； At my living of Tithing…cum…
Boring； With Betty beside me to wait； Came a rap that almost beat the
door in。 I laid down my basin of tea； And Betty ceased spreading the toast；
〃As sure as a gun； sir；〃 said she； 〃That must be the knock of the post。〃
A letterand freebring it here I have no correspondent who franks。
No！ Yes！ Can it be？ Why； my dear； 'Tis our glorious； our Protestant Bankes。
〃Dear sir； as I know you desire That the Church should receive due
protection； I humbly presume to require Your aid at the Cambridge
election。
〃It has lately been brought to my knowledge； That the Ministers fully
design To suppress each cathedral and college； And eject every learned
divine。 To assist this detestable scheme Three nuncios from Rome are
come over； They left Calais on Monday by steam； And landed to dinner at
Dover。
〃An army of grim Cordeliers； Well furnished with relics and vermin；
Will follow； Lord Westmoreland fears； To effect what their chiefs may
determine。 Lollard's bower； good authorities say； Is again fitting up for a
prison； And a wood…merchant told me to…day 'Tis a wonder how faggots
have risen。
〃The finance scheme of Canning contains A new Easter…offering tax；
And he means to devote all the gains To a bounty on thumb…screws and
racks。 Your living； so neat and compact Pray； don't let the news give you
pain！ Is promised； I know for a fact； To an olive…faced Padre from
Spain。〃
I read； and I felt my heart bleed； Sore wounded with horror and pity；
So I flew； with all possible speed； To our Protestant champion's committee。
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True gentlemen； kind and well…bred！ No fleering！ no distance！ no scorn！
They asked after my wife who is dead； And my children who never were
born。
They then； like high…principled Tories； Called our Sovereign unjust
and unsteady； And assailed him with scandalous stories； Till the coach for
the voters was ready。 That coach might be well called a casket Of learning
and brotherly love： There were parsons in boot and in basket； There were
parsons below and above。
There were Sneaker and Griper； a pair Who stick to Lord Mulesby like
leeches； A smug chaplain of plausible air； Who writes my Lord
Goslingham's speeches。 Dr Buzz； who alone is a host； Who； with
arguments weighty as lead； Proves six times a week in the Post That flesh
somehow differs from bread。
Dr Nimrod； whose orthodox toes Are seldom withdrawn from the
stirrup； Dr Humdrum； whose eloquence flows； Like droppings of sweet
poppy syrup； Dr Rosygill puffing and fanning； And wiping away
perspiration； Dr Humbug who proved Mr Canning The beast in St John's
Revelation。
A layman can scarce form a notion Of our wonderful talk on the road；
Of the learning； the wit； and devotion； Which almost each syllable showed：
Why divided allegiance agrees So ill with our free constitution； How
Catholics swear as they please； In hope of the priest's absolution；
How the Bishop of Norwich had bartered His faith for a legate's
commission； How Lyndhurst； afraid to be martyr'd； Had stooped to a base
coalition； How Papists are cased from compassion By bigotry； stronger
than steel； How burning would soon come in fashion； And how very bad it
must feel。
We were all so much touched and excited By a subject so direly
sublime； That the rules of politeness were slighted； And we all of us talked
at a time； And in tones； which each moment grew louder； Told how we
should dress for the show； And where we should fasten the powder； And if
we should bellow or no。
Thus from subject to subject we ran； And the journey passed
pleasantly o'er； Till at last Dr Humdrum began； From that time I remember
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no more。 At Ware he commenced his prelection； In the dullest of clerical
drones； And when next I regained recollection We were rambling o'er
Trumpington stones。
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