Peace be restored, and passion lulled to sleep;
So shall the flood of Ultramontane pride,
By justice checked, within its banks subside;
So shall the Candle, which the Lord has lit,
Revived and cherished, well its place befit,
And through the time to come serenely bright
Shine forth a beacon-flame of Gospel light.
Immortal Light, that can’st alone control
The brutal instincts of the savage soul,
’Tis thine to teach the murderous bands of strife