“CHRISTO ET ECCLESLE.” 1700

To GOD'S ANOINTED AND HIS CHOSEN FLOCK

So ran the phrase the black-robed conclave chose

To guard the sacred cloisters that arose

Like David's altar on Moriah's rock.

Unshaken still those ancient arches mock

The ram's-horn summons of the windy foes

Who stand like Joshua's army while it blows

And wait to see them toppling with the shock.

Christ and the Church. Their church, whose narrow door

Shut out the many, who if overbold

Like hunted wolves were driven from the fold,

Bruised with the flails these godly zealots bore,

Mindful that Israel's altar stood of old

Where echoed once Araunah's threshing-floor.