LORD SALISBURY.

By the Rev. T. S. Perry.

“Oh! for a year, a month, a day of Oliver Cromwell.”—The Independent.

“What Lord Salisbury seems to lack is a little Cromwellian courage.”—A Speaker in City Temple, London.

Oh! for an hour of Cromwell,

For a leader brave and grand

To guide the wrath, and point the path,

Of a mighty Christian land!

To heed the cry of innocent blood,

To blush for the world’s disgrace,

With hand to deal a blow of steel

In the murderous Moslem’s face!

Alas! for a leader heedless

While massacred villages flame,

Unmoved by shrieks of maidenhood

At wrong too foul for name!

Strong to throttle the feeble,

Feeble to beard the strong,

With eye o’er-meek, and blanching cheek,—

How long, O Lord, how long?

And women cover their faces,

And men are fain to hiss.

Cromwell’s head upon Temple Bar

Were a leader better than this!

And heaven grows black with horror,

And earth grows red with wrong,

And martyrs cry from earth and sky,

How long, O Lord, how long?

Orange Park, Florida.