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XLVIII
EFFECT OF THE SUPPRESSION OF CHANTRIES IN ENGLAND.
Amid this multiplicity of creeds,This liberty of all that into one
Should knit men's hearts, and of Religion
Thence hath the name, how strong thy tide proceeds,
Deep Rome; as the sea-wave o'er the rocks and weeds
Lifting its utterance, thou dost hold thine own;
Making thy sins, with that harmonic tone,
Seem but as tales that the wild ocean breeds.
Wiser than she, who the apostolic name
Claims emulously, and for her patron Paul;
Self-stripped, denuded of all spiritual awe,
Save from one source; so cold we grow and tame,
Since the sweet voice hath vanished from the wall
Wearily echoing to the parson's saw.
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