XXXIV. DISTRACTIONS. MEN, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy Their Forefathers; lo! Sects are formed — and split With morbid restlessness, the ecstatic fit Spreads wide; though special mysteries multiply, The overweening-personates the mad — Totters the Throne; the new-born Church is sad, For every wave against her peace unites. XXXV. GUNPOWDER PLOT. FEAR hath a hundred eyes that all agree With things that were not, yet were meant to be. That eye (which sees as if fulfilled and done Crimes that might stop the motion of the sun) Of an assembled Senate unredeemed From subterraneous Treason's darkling power: Worse than the product of that dismal night, XXXVI. ILLUSTRATION. THE Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen Sheds ruin from her sides; and men below And doth in more conspicuous torment writhe, * The Jung-frau. XXXVII. TROUBLES OF CHARLES THE FIRST. SUCH is the contrast, which, where'er we move, Then, like the mountain, thundering from above Whose rage the gentle skies in vain reprove, Of headstrong will! Can this be Piety? No some fierce Maniac hath usurped her name; And scourges England struggling to be free: Her peace destroyed! her hopes a wilderness! Her blessings cursed her glory turned to shame! CAR XXXVIII. LAUD. PREJUDGED by foes determined not to spare, On hope that conscious Innocence supplied, Why tarries then thy Chariot? Wherefore stay, (What time a State with madding faction reels) The Saint or Patriot to the world that heals All wounds, all perturbations doth allay? |