To have called these - Christians, had we dared! XIX. "By the torture, prolonged from age to age, By the Ghetto's plague, by the garb's disgrace, XX. "We boast our proof that at least the Jew Would wrest Christ's name from the Devil's crew. But we fought them in it, God our aid! A trophy to bear, as we march, thy band South, East, and on to the Pleasant Land!" [Pope Gregory XVI abolished this bad business of the Sermon.-R. B.] IIG 120 10 Yet — I steal a glance behind! Dare I tell you what convinces Timid me that you, if bolder, Bold-are blind? V. Where we plan our dwelling Glooms a graveyard surely! Headstone, footstone moss may drape, ~ Name, date, violets hide from spelling, Ghosts escape. Nay, blame grief that 's fickle, Chance, change, all that purpose warps, VIII. And you, my winsome lady, Lies nothing buried long ago? Are yon - which shimmer mid the shady IX. Who taxes you with murder? 30 40 50 |