English poem
On the Proposals of Certain Ministers at the Committee for Propagation of the Gospel
by John Milton
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed, And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath: yet much remains To conquer still; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
More by John Milton
- On the Late Massacre in Piedmont
- On the Lord General Fairfax, at the Siege of Colchester
- On the new forcers of Conscience under the Long Parliament.
- On the Oxford Carrier
- On the Religious Memory of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, my Christian Friend, Deceased Dec. 16, 1646
- On The University Carrier who sickn'd in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go to London, by reason of the plague.
- On Time
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