Thou the successor of his chosen ones!
I, Peter, fisherman of Galilee,
In the dear Master’s name, and for the love
Of his true church, proclaim thee Antichrist.”
In a poem on “Italy” Whittier hears the groans of nations across the sea.
“Their blood and bones
Cried out in torture, crushed by thrones
And sucked by priestly cannibals.”
“Rejoice, O Garibaldi!” he exclaims,
“Though thy sword