Ye too must fly before a chasing hand,
Angels and saints in every hamlet mourned!
Ah! if the old idolatry be spurn’d,
Let not your radiant shapes desert the land!
Her adoration was not your demand,—
The fond heart proffer’d it,—the servile heart,
And therefore are ye summon’d to depart;
Michael, and thou St. George, whose flaming brand
The Dragon quell’d; and valiant Margaret,
Whose rival sword a like opponent slew;