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“One in herself, not rent by schism, but sound, Entire, one solid shining diamond; Not sparkles, shatter'd into sects, like you ; One is the church, and must be, to be true : One central principal of unity, As undivided, so from errors free, As one in faith, so one in sanctity. Thus she, and none but she, the’ insulting rage Of heretics oppos'd from age to age: Still when the giant brood invades her throne, She stoops from Heaven, and meets 'em half way
down, And with paternal thunder vindicates her crown. But like Egyptian-sorcerers you stand, And vainly lift aloft your magic wand, To sweep away the swarms of vermin from the You could, like them, with like infernal force, Produce the plague, but not arrest the course; But when the boils and blotches, with disgrace And public scandal sat upon the face, Themselves attack'd, the Magi strove no more, They saw God's finger, and their fate deplore; Themselves they could not cure of the dishonest
Thus one, thus pure, behold her largely spread
“Here let my sorrow give my satire place, To raise new blushes on my British race;
Our sailing ships like common-sewers we use,
“Yet some improve their traffic more than we;
had before, (I mean what is not borrow'd from our store) Was error fulminated o'er and o'er; Old heresies condemn'd in ages past, By care and time recover'd from the blast.
“ 'Tis said with ease, but never can be prov'd, The church her old foundations has remov’d,
And built new doctrines on unstable sands :
yet she stands. Those ancient doctrines charg'd on her for new, Show when, and how, and from what hands they
grew. We claim no power, when heresies grow bold, To coin new faith, but still declare the old : How else could that obscene disease be purg'd, When controverted texts are vainly urg'd ? To prove tradition new, there's somewhat more Requir'd than saying, 'twas not us'd before. Those monumental arms are never stirrd, Till schism or heresy call down Goliath's sword.
“ Thus, what you call corruptions are, in truth,
“Despair at our foundations then to strike,
Show such a seamless coat, from schism so free,
“But if you cannot think (nor sure you can
is done. See how his church, adorn'd with every grace, With open arms, a kind forgiving face, [brace. Stands ready to prevent her long-lost sons em. Not more did Joseph o'er his brethren weep, Nor less himself could from discovery keep, When in the crowd of suppliants they were seen, And in their crew his best-beloved Benjamin. That pious Joseph in the church behold, To feed your famine, and refuse your gold ;* The Joseph you exild, the Joseph whom you
sold." Thus, while with heavenly charity she spoke, A streaming blaze the silent shadows broke,
* The renunciation of the Benedictines to the Abbey lands.
Shot from the skies, a cheerful azure light;
store; But Heaven's own Nuncius was arriv'd before. By this the Hind had reach'd her lonely cell, And vapours rose, and dews unwholesome fell: When she, by frequent observation wise, As one who long on Heaven had fix'd her eyes, Discern’d a change of weather in the skies. The western borders were with crimson spread, The moon descending look'd all flaming red; She thought good manners bound her to invite The stranger dame to be her guest that night: “'Tis true, coarse diet, and a short repast, (She said) were weak inducements to the taste Of one so nicely bred, and so unus'd to fast; But what plain fare her cottage could afford, A hearty welcome at a homely board, Was freely her's; and, to supply the rest, An honest meaning, and an open breast: Last, with content of mind, the poor man's wealth, A grace-cup to their common patron's health.” This she desir'd her to accept, and stay, For fear she might be wilderd in her way,