Sacheverel[274]

Published 1827

A sudden conflict rises from the swell Of a proud slavery met by tenets strained In Liberty's behalf. Fears, true or feigned, Spread through all ranks; and lo! the Sentinel Who loudest rang his pulpit 'larum bell Stands at the Bar, absolved by female eyes Mingling their glances with grave flatteries Lavished on Him--that England may rebel Against her ancient virtue. HIGH and LOW, Watch-words of Party, on all tongues are rife; As if a Church, though sprung from heaven, must owe To opposites and fierce extremes her life,-- Not to the golden mean, and quiet flow Of truths that soften hatred, temper strife.