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Show 464 By patience, than the Slvord. Thou shalt put on Humility as armor ; and set forth, L eading thy flock, whom the gaunt wolf pursues, To other lands and pastures. 'Tis no homo For tbe pure heart in F'r:mce! There, Tyranny Hath wed with Superstition ; and tl1c fruitThe foul, but natural issue of their lusts, Is murder !- lt'hich, hot·l.lUntiug frcs!Jcr fcaste, Knows never satiation ;-raging still, Wherc'cr a pure lJcnrt-victim may be found In these fair regions. It will lay them waste, Leaving no field of pcacc,-lcaving no spot Where virtue may find refuge from her foes, P ermitted to forbear defensive blows, Most painful, though most needful to her cause ! The bravo shall perish, and tile fearful bend,. Till unmixed evil, rioting in waste, Wallows in crhnc and carnnge unrebuked! Vain is thy wisdom,-and the hollow le~"lle, That tempts thee to forbearance, worse than vain. Flight be thy refuge 110 \V. Thou shalt shake off' . The dust upon thy !landals, and go fol'fh To a far foreign land ;-a wild, strange realm, That w~e a snva1:-,'C cmpirc, most unmeet For Christi:m foot.~ tep , and the peaceful moed, But that it is a refuge shown by God For shelter of his people. 'l'hithcr, then, Betake thee in thy flight. Let not thy cheek Flush at the seeming shame. I t is no shame To :fty from shameless foes. This truth is t-aught. APPENDIX. By him, the venerable sire who led His people from the Egyptians. Lend thou thine J Forbear the soldier's fury. I would rouse The Prophet nod the P ntritJ.reh in thy breast, And make thee better seck the peaceful march, Than the fierce, deadly struggle. Thou shouldst guide, With pastoral band of meekness, not of blood, Tho tribes that still have followed thee, and still, Demand thy care. Far o'er tho western deeps Have I prepared thy dwelling ! A new world, Full of all fruits and lovely to the eye,- Various in mount and valley, sweet in stream, Cool in recesses of tho ample wood, With climate bland, air vigorous, sky as pure As is the love that proffers it to faithAwait thee ; and the seas have favoring gales To waft thee on thy path ! Delay and die '" II. COUGNY's RESOT.VE. "And, if I perish!" tho gray warrior said," I perish still in France ! If cruel foes Beleaguer and cnsa.re me to my fate, The blow will fall upon me in the land Which wns my birth-place. Better there to die The· victim for my people, than to fl.y Inglorious, from the struggle act for us By the most cruel fortunes ! Not for me The hope of refuge in a foreign clime, 20' 466 |
