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Show 175 And when they knelt, he stood a statue mute Amidst the prostrate throng of worshippers. His b a s Ti s k eye in rolling anguish told The gnawings of the bitter I met him after service, To imitate the Saints' fond welcome greet, <Lo r d save me, But when his hand touched mine, I shook! It ran within. worm and he strove - Touched with his influence of like Benumbing how despair; lightning o'er my morta.l frame, all the energies of life. The Prophet, Saints, and all their labour s, were His theme of execration and contempt. Anon he railed of horrid, murd'rous deeds, Of av'rice, Pollution, cruelty, and Unheard of, a save Apostles! fiends The He and h e.a r tl e in his degen'rate in human shape, Priesthood! dupes, or duped. raved, fraud, s s thousand evil ways heart. he viewed; In madness thus and counted o'er his money lost;-- turning period of his selfish soul-And like old Shylock, grinned in b i tte r spite We pa r te d thus. To have his "pound of flesh. 'Twas past all patience, longer to endure. The II |
