XXXIII

By William Wordsworth

“And shall,” the Pontiff asks, “profaneness flow

From Nazareth — source of Christian piety,

From Bethlehem, from the Mounts of Agony

And glorified Ascension? Warriors, go,

With prayers and blessings we your path will sow;

Like Moses hold our hands erect, till ye

Have chased far off by righteous victory

These sons of Amalek, or laid them low!” —

“GOD WILLETH IT,” the whole assembly cry;

Shout which the enraptured multitude astounds!

The Council-roof and Clermont's towers reply;—

“God willeth it,” from hill to hill rebounds,

And, in awe-strickenCountries far and nigh,

Through “Nature's hollow arch " that voice resounds.