With whisperings in the tuneless ear of Care."—
And oft, big-eyed with innocence, she asked,
"Do some digress?"—And I, "Yea, many! yea!
And there's necessity! we should annul,
Pluck forth the canker that contaminates,
Corrodes the milk-white beauty of our Rose.—
God's persecution! they confront our Faith
With brows of stigmatizing error writ
In Hell's red handwriting. Shall such persist?
No!—Heaven demands an end to all this shame!"—