 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere
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XXXI.
STORM AND STABILITY.
Now, now, ye kings and rulers of the earth,
Lift up your eyes unto the hills eterne,
Whence your salvation comes. From Earth's dark urn
The great floods burst! From each ancestral hearth
Look forth ye bold and virtuous poor, look forth:
The meteor signs of woes to come discern;
And whence the danger be not slow to learn:
Then greet it with loud scorn, and warlike mirth.
The banner of the Church is ever flying!
Less than a storm avails not to unfold
The Cross emblazoned there in massy gold—
Away with doubts and sadness, tears and sighing:
It is by faith, by patience, and by dying,
That we must conquer, as our sires of old!
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