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HERO-WORSHIP. II.
Discrown'd misfortune trampled in the dust;Admired disorder canting in the phrase
Of holiness; a Stuart (for after days
A lesson how a King benignly just,
Weak to resist though faithful to his trust,
Should perish) murder'd in the public gaze!
Creeds topsy-turvy, statutes in a blaze,
And all to deify a will robust!
Tongue-saintly Cromwell in his stalwart clutch
Seizes the sceptre, knocks the gilding off,
And makes it homely as a grandam's crutch:
But woe to the malignants if they scoff
At him who wields it; Oliver, the Man!
Save us from Lord-Protectors Puritan!
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