REVIVAL OF POPERY

The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned

By unrelenting Death.O People keen

For change, to whom the new looks always green!

Rejoicing did they cast upon the ground

Their Gods of wood and stone; and, at the sound

Of counter-proclamation, now are seen,

( Proud triumph is it for a sullen Queen! )

Lifting them up, the worship to confound

Of the Most High. Again do they invoke

The Creature, to the Creature glory give;

Again with frankincense the altars smoke

Like those the Heathen served; and mass is sung;

And prayer, man's rational prerogative,

Runs through blind channels of an unknown tongue.