Page:Twilight Hours (1868).djvu/129

Rh Holy Father, forgive me ! I am but sore angered with these I am Thine, as Thou knovvest, Thine alone, — never bended my knees To the Pope, nor the Saints, nor the Virgin &#59; nor cowered to please The young parson in yellow, who moans at the Chapel of Ease. I know naught about singing and playing, nor wearing of crowns &#59; But there may be a school outside Heaven for learning such things, Or the Master may give me employment I know how to do, — Say the care of the wondrous white horses of John the Divine. Or I might keep the gates &#39;gainst the dogs of the liars without, — I am great against liars myself&#59; yet I lied to the squire When I met him, along with the rest, at his coming of age, And hurra&#39;d for &#34; Our noble young master &#34; — he, mean as a hound !