Narrative and Legendary Poems, Complete - Volume I., the Works of Whittier by John Greenleaf Whittier
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And strong hands shook the door.
"Believe me, Macy," quoth the priest, "Thou 'lt rue thy conduct sore." Then kindled Macy's eye of fire "No priest who walks the earth, Shall pluck away the stranger-guest Made welcome to my hearth." Down from his cottage wall he caught The matchlock, hotly tried At Preston-pans and Marston-moor, By fiery Ireton's side; Where Puritan, and Cavalier, With shout and psalm contended; And Rupert's oath, and Cromwell's prayer, With battle-thunder blended. Up rose the ancient stranger then "My spirit is not free To bring the wrath and violence Of evil men on thee; "And for thyself, I pray forbear, Bethink thee of thy Lord, Who healed again the smitten ear, And sheathed His follower's sword. "I go, as to the slaughter led. |
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