And scoff’d profanely at the martyr’s gore;
Though not in vain the sacred current flow’d,
Which gave this champion to the Church of God.
“No worldly views the real convert call;
He sought God’s altar when it seem’d to fall;
To Oxford hasted, even in dangerous days,
When royal anger struck the fated place;
When senseless policy was pleased to view
With favour all religions but the true.
“Nor yet unmention’d shall in silence lie