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Martin Luther.
Who sits upon the Pontiff's throne?
On Peter's holy chair
Who sways the keys? At such a time
When dullest ears may hear the chime
Of coming thunders—when dark skies
Are writ with crimson prophecies,
A wise man should be there;
A godly man, whose life might be
The living logic of the see;
One quick to know, and keen to feel,
A fervid man, and full of zeal,
Should sit in Peter's chair.
On Peter's holy chair
Who sways the keys? At such a time
When dullest ears may hear the chime
Of coming thunders—when dark skies
Are writ with crimson prophecies,
A wise man should be there;
A godly man, whose life might be
The living logic of the see;
One quick to know, and keen to feel,
A fervid man, and full of zeal,
Should sit in Peter's chair.
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Alas! no fervid man is there,
No earnest, honest heart;
But one who, dress'd in priestly guise,
Looks on the world with worldling's eyes;
One who can trim the courtier's smile,
Or weave the diplomatic wile,
But knows no deeper art;
One who can dally with fair forms,
Whom a well-pointed period warms—
No man is he to hold the helm
Where rude winds blow, and wild waves whelm,
And creaking timbers start.
No earnest, honest heart;
But one who, dress'd in priestly guise,
Looks on the world with worldling's eyes;
One who can trim the courtier's smile,
Or weave the diplomatic wile,
But knows no deeper art;
One who can dally with fair forms,
Whom a well-pointed period warms—
No man is he to hold the helm
Where rude winds blow, and wild waves whelm,
And creaking timbers start.
In vain did Julius pile sublime
The vast and various dome,
That makes the kingly pyramids' pride,
And the huge Flavian wonder hide
Their heads in shame—these gilded stones
(O heaven!) were very blood and bones
Of souls whom Christ did come
To save—vile gain of knaves who sold
Celestial rights for earthy gold,
Marketing grace with merchant's measure,
To prank with Europe's pillaged treasure
The pride of purple Rome!
The vast and various dome,
That makes the kingly pyramids' pride,
And the huge Flavian wonder hide
Their heads in shame—these gilded stones
(O heaven!) were very blood and bones
Of souls whom Christ did come
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Celestial rights for earthy gold,
Marketing grace with merchant's measure,
To prank with Europe's pillaged treasure
The pride of purple Rome!
The measure of her sins is full,
The scarlet-vested whore!
Thy murderous and lecherous race
Have sat too long i' the holy place;
The knife shall lop what no drug cures;
Nor Heaven permits, nor earth endures,
The monstrous mockery more.
Behold! I swear it, saith the Lord:
Mine elect warrior girds the sword;
A nameless man, a miner's son,
Shall tame thy pride, thou haughty one,
And pale the painted whore!
The scarlet-vested whore!
Thy murderous and lecherous race
Have sat too long i' the holy place;
The knife shall lop what no drug cures;
Nor Heaven permits, nor earth endures,
The monstrous mockery more.
Behold! I swear it, saith the Lord:
Mine elect warrior girds the sword;
A nameless man, a miner's son,
Shall tame thy pride, thou haughty one,
And pale the painted whore!
Earth's mighty men are naught. I chose
Poor fishermen before,
To preach my gospel to the poor;
A pauper boy from door to door
That trolled his hymn—by his strong word
The priest-bound world shall now be stirred,
As with a lion's roar!
A lonely monk that loved to dwell
With peaceful book in silent cell;
This man shall shake the Pontiff's throne:
Him kings and emperors shall own,
And stout hearts wince before
Poor fishermen before,
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A pauper boy from door to door
That trolled his hymn—by his strong word
The priest-bound world shall now be stirred,
As with a lion's roar!
A lonely monk that loved to dwell
With peaceful book in silent cell;
This man shall shake the Pontiff's throne:
Him kings and emperors shall own,
And stout hearts wince before
The eye profound and lordly front
Where speculation reigns.
He to the learnèd seats shall climb,
On Science' watch-tower stand sublime;
The arid doctrine shall inspire
Of wiry teachers with swift fire;
And, piled with cumbrous pains
Proud palaces of sounding lies
Lay prostrate with a breath. The wise
Shall listen to his word; the youth
Shall eager seize the new-born truth,
Where prudent age refrains.
Where speculation reigns.
He to the learnèd seats shall climb,
On Science' watch-tower stand sublime;
The arid doctrine shall inspire
Of wiry teachers with swift fire;
And, piled with cumbrous pains
Proud palaces of sounding lies
Lay prostrate with a breath. The wise
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Shall eager seize the new-born truth,
Where prudent age refrains.
Lo! where the venal pomp proceeds
From echoing town to town!
The clamorous preacher and his train,
Organ and bell with sound inane,
The crimson cross, the book, the keys,
The flag that spreads before the breeze,
The triple-belted crown!
It wends its way; and straw is sold,
Yea! deadly drugs for heavy gold,
To feeble hearts whose pulse is fear;
And though some smile, and many sneer,
There's none will dare to frown.
From echoing town to town!
The clamorous preacher and his train,
Organ and bell with sound inane,
The crimson cross, the book, the keys,
The flag that spreads before the breeze,
The triple-belted crown!
It wends its way; and straw is sold,
Yea! deadly drugs for heavy gold,
To feeble hearts whose pulse is fear;
And though some smile, and many sneer,
There's none will dare to frown.
None dares but one—the race is rare—
One free and honest man:
Truth is a dangerous thing to say
When high-throned falsehoods rule the day;
But He hath lent it voice; and, lo!
From heart to heart the fire shall go,
And fuse with plastic plan.
Proud bishops with a lordly train,
Fierce cardinals with high disdain,
Sleek chamberlains with smooth discourse,
And wrangling doctors, all shall force
In vain, one honest man.
One free and honest man:
Truth is a dangerous thing to say
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But He hath lent it voice; and, lo!
From heart to heart the fire shall go,
And fuse with plastic plan.
Proud bishops with a lordly train,
Fierce cardinals with high disdain,
Sleek chamberlains with smooth discourse,
And wrangling doctors, all shall force
In vain, one honest man.
In vain the foolish Pope shall fret;
It is a sober thing,
Thou high-blown trifler! cease to rave,
Loudly to damn, and loudly save,
Sweeping with mimic thunders' swell
Armies of honest souls to hell!
The time on rushing wing
Hath fled when this prevailed. O, Heaven!
One hour, one little hour, is given,
If thou couldst but repent. But no!
To ruin thou shalt headlong go,
A doomed and blasted thing.
It is a sober thing,
Thou high-blown trifler! cease to rave,
Loudly to damn, and loudly save,
Sweeping with mimic thunders' swell
Armies of honest souls to hell!
The time on rushing wing
Hath fled when this prevailed. O, Heaven!
One hour, one little hour, is given,
If thou couldst but repent. But no!
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A doomed and blasted thing.
Thy parchment ban comes forth; and lo!
Men heed it not, thou fool!
See, from the learnèd city's gate,
In solemn show, in pomp of state,
The watchmen of the truth come forth,
The burghers old of sterling worth,
And students of the school:
And he who should have felt thy ban,
Walks like a prophet in the van;
He hath a calm untroubled look,
Beneath his arm he bears a book,
And in his hand the Bull.
Men heed it not, thou fool!
See, from the learnèd city's gate,
In solemn show, in pomp of state,
The watchmen of the truth come forth,
The burghers old of sterling worth,
And students of the school:
And he who should have felt thy ban,
Walks like a prophet in the van;
He hath a calm untroubled look,
Beneath his arm he bears a book,
And in his hand the Bull.
He halts; and in the middle space
Bids pile a blazing fire.
The flame ascends with crackling glee;
Then, with firm step advancing, he
Gives to the wild fire's wasting rule
The false Decretals, and the Bull,
While thus he vents his ire:—
‘Because the Holy One o' the Lord
Thou vexèd hast with impious word,
Therefore the Lord shall thee consume,
And thou shalt share the Devil's doom
In everlasting fire!’
Bids pile a blazing fire.
The flame ascends with crackling glee;
Then, with firm step advancing, he
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The false Decretals, and the Bull,
While thus he vents his ire:—
‘Because the Holy One o' the Lord
Thou vexèd hast with impious word,
Therefore the Lord shall thee consume,
And thou shalt share the Devil's doom
In everlasting fire!’
He said; and rose the echo round
‘In everlasting fire!’
The hearts of men were free; one word
Their inner depths of soul had stirred;
Erect before their God they stood
A truth-shod Christian brotherhood,
And winged with high desire.
And ever with the circling flame
Uprose anew the blithe acclaim:—
‘The righteous Lord shall thee consume,
And thou shalt share the Devil's doom
In everlasting fire!’
‘In everlasting fire!’
The hearts of men were free; one word
Their inner depths of soul had stirred;
Erect before their God they stood
A truth-shod Christian brotherhood,
And winged with high desire.
And ever with the circling flame
Uprose anew the blithe acclaim:—
‘The righteous Lord shall thee consume,
And thou shalt share the Devil's doom
In everlasting fire!’
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Thus the brave German men. And we
Shall echo back the cry.
The burning of that parchment scroll
Annulled the bond that thralled the soul
Of man to man; each brother now
Only to one great Lord will bow,
One Father-God on high.
And though with fits of lingering life
The wounded foe prolong the strife,
On Luther's deed we build our hope,
Having this seal—the fond old Pope
Is dying, and shall die.
Shall echo back the cry.
The burning of that parchment scroll
Annulled the bond that thralled the soul
Of man to man; each brother now
Only to one great Lord will bow,
One Father-God on high.
And though with fits of lingering life
The wounded foe prolong the strife,
On Luther's deed we build our hope,
Having this seal—the fond old Pope
Is dying, and shall die.
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