THE INTRUDER.

EC CLE SI A LOQUITUR.
I.
What doest thou here in my Cloisters grey ?
For heavenward contemplation meet,
Through their free arch comes the bright day,
The liberal air blows fresh and sweet —
Go hie thee to thy sunless cell —
And dream and dote o'er Bead and Bell.
II.
What doest thou here in- my Vineyard green.
Dark *Vine of Sodom, not the Lord's,
Nor grapes, nor good, have ever been
From thee, but poisonous weeds and words ;
Dishonest Churchman ! — this clear sky
Brooks' not the Italian Heresy.
III.
What doest thou here in my learned halls ?
" Professor" mere — the name is right !
Emasculated English falls
From all the weak sad things you write,
While your poor mind is ever turning
To pools Patristic for its learning.

* Deut, xxxii. 32.

IV.
What doest thou here in my Treasury ?
Oh ! servant— false to a solemn charge,
Hast thou contracted with a lie
To keep thy place— the gains are large :
To drug thy soul with a gold Bolus,
And drown thy conscience in Paetolus.
V.
What doest thou here in my Pulpits fair ?
Wilt thou betray the Lord, who said
*Go preach My Gospel everwhere ?
"Wilt thou hold back God's Blessed Bread ?f
And turn the key of cold RESERVE
On Christ's free food, while sinners starve.
VI.
What doest thou here in my Chancel meek ?
Which my own guileless children tread,
Thy mask scarce hides the traitor's cheek, —
The Monk's cowl wraps thy heart and head.
Away— profane not my free Porch,
Slave of another Creed and Church.
VII.
Go join thy apostate friends, than thou
More honest far, though not so vain ;
JTo a blaspheming Friar bow,
Debase thy soul, and drag thy chain, —
Go seek thy counterpart — weak man !
In the Dotard of the Vatican.

* Mark xvi. 15.
t "He that withholdeth corn, the people shall curse him." Prov, xi. 26.
X See the account in a letter taken from the Tablet paper of Mr. New
man's Confessional genuflections, at the knee of a Friar, subscribing
himself " Dominick, Passionisi of the Mother of God" ! !

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