The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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Looking through the whole history, present and past,
Of the Irish Law Church, from the first to the last;
Considering how strange its original birth—
Such a thing having never before been on earth—
How oppos'd to the instinct, the law, and the force
Of nature and reason has been its whole course;
Through centuries encount'ring repugnance, resistance,
Scorn, hate, execration—yet still in existence!
Considering all this, the conclusion he draws
Is that Nature exempts this one Church from her laws—
That Reason, dumb-founder'd, gives up the dispute,
And before the portentous anom'ly stands mute;—
That, in short, 'tis a Miracle!—and, once begun,
And transmitted through ages, from father to son,
For the honour of miracles, ought to go on.
Of the Irish Law Church, from the first to the last;
Considering how strange its original birth—
Such a thing having never before been on earth—
How oppos'd to the instinct, the law, and the force
Of nature and reason has been its whole course;
Through centuries encount'ring repugnance, resistance,
Scorn, hate, execration—yet still in existence!
Considering all this, the conclusion he draws
Is that Nature exempts this one Church from her laws—
That Reason, dumb-founder'd, gives up the dispute,
And before the portentous anom'ly stands mute;—
That, in short, 'tis a Miracle!—and, once begun,
And transmitted through ages, from father to son,
For the honour of miracles, ought to go on.
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