By that majestic Faith, whose dauntless power
Confronted Cæsar at his palace gate,
When to the Capitol in glory’s hour
The Tyrant proud ascended, lording fate;
And dared reproach him with his cruel hate
For God’s elect; and by the Martyr-crown
Thy zeal soon won, oh leave not desolate
The walls that bear thy name. Forbear to frown.
The patron gives no sign. Alas, devoted town!
XXX.