 | The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig |  |
TO HIS BANISHED FRIEND
Two wofull weeds, the mother Church must weare,One Crimson rid, the other mourning black:
The black betokneth sorrow, pane, and care,
The rid bods death, fearce persecution, wrack:
It maters not what rags she beare abrod,
Once she'll be cloth'd in robs of white with God.
| The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig | |