 | Lays of the Highlands and Islands |  |
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KINLOCH MOIDART.
II.
“Papists—the Devil!” Nay, good friend, be quiet,I live to love all things, whose name is Man;
The west wind here may bravely rage and riot,
But spare me curses 'gainst the human clan.
Papists I've known the foremost in the van
Of God's most elect host of golden worth,
And you, poor shell-fish, squirt your spiteful ban
Against the men most like to Christ on earth!
Go to your Bible, Protestant, and learn
On prayerful knees, the one thing needful there;
This found, 'tis matter of most light concern,
What name you go by, or what dress you wear;
Fan in your breast the sacred fire that warms,
And waste no breath in wrangling about forms.
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