Thy stern rebuke, Ambrose !-And truth's free voice unaw'd by man,

Roll'd through the domes of old Milan!
Basil and high-soul'd Gregory,

In the long line of saints we see,
And Chrysostom, whose tongue of gold
An empire's fickle heart controll'd;
Augustine, called from error's night,
A standard-bearer of the light,
All meekly mid their world renown,
Bearing the Apostolic crown.

MICHAEL AGONISTES.

THE SECOND PART.

ARGUMENT.

PRELUDE. The rise of superstition. Corruptions of the Papacy. The Scourge of Mohammedanism. The Church in the Wilderness. The three angels flying in the midst of heaven. The conflict at the Reformation. The scourge of misrule. The Church of England, her confessors and martyrs. The French Revolution and dawn of the Anti-Christian age. The three foul spirits of Anarchy, Atheism and Superstition. Aspects of the present age. Position and duty of the Church. The Angels ministers to the Church in her conflicts with the power of the Dragon. Motives to energy, faithfulness, and zeal. The promises to the Church. Conclusion.

O! th' exceeding grace

Of Highest God that loves his creatures so,
And all his works with mercy doth embrace
That blessed angels he sends to and fro

To serve to wicked man against his greatest foe :-
How oft do they their silvery bowers leave
To come to succor us that succor want!
How oft do they, with golden pinions cleave
The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant,
Against foul fiends to aid us militant!

They for us fight, they watch and duly ward,
And their bright squadrons round about us plant;
And all for love and nothing for reward,

O why should heavenly God to men have such regard.

FAIRY QUEEN

MICHAEL AGONISTES.

I.

When dawn'd the summer morn,

On Dothan's gates, of old,

And round her walls, in flaunting scorn,

The Syrian foe his haughty strength displayed,
And from their tents of silk and gold,

With tow'ring helm and burnish'd blade
His glittering cohorts roll'd ;-
How brightly to the Prophet's eye

The fair, celestial legions shone,
As, thronging from their ranks on high,
The chariots, wing'd with light,

And fiery coursers, strong and bright,

O'er hill and mead came rolling on,

Far-gleaming on the plain and crowning ev'ry height,

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