XXIX. GENERAL VIEW OF THE TROUBLES OF THE REFORMATION. AID, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light (While we look round) that Heaven's decrees are just; Of proud Self-will, Rapacity, and Lust, 'Mid clouds enveloped of polemic dust, Which showers of blood seem rather to incite Than to allay. Anathemas are hurled From both sides; veteran thunders (the brute test Friends strike at Friends the flying shall pursue And Victory sickens, ignorant where to rest! XXX. ENGLISH REFORMERS IN EXILE. SCATTERING, like Birds escaped the Fowler's net, By dauntless Luther freed, could they forget With speculative notions rashly sown, Whence thickly-sprouting growth of poisonous weeds; XXXI. ELIZABETH. HAIL, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar All hail, Sage Lady, whom a grateful Isle By sleepless prudence ruled, glides slowly on; XXXII. EMINENT REFORMERS. METHINKS that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they rest. XXXIII. THE SAME. HOLY and heavenly Spirits as they are, That Church the unperverted Gospel's seat; - In their afflictions a divine retreat; Source of their liveliest hope, and tenderest prayer! In doctrine and communion they have sought To trace right courses for the stubborn blind, |