When thy benighted children lost the creed
Of thy true worship, and to brutes bowed down,
And senseless stones, and, kneeling in sincere
But vain devotion, to the creature gave
The adoration due to Thee alone,
The mighty Maker. Others strove to turn
Thine anger from them, by the streaming blood
Of human victims; and the reverend priest
Stood up, and in the name of people and king,
Prayed Thee, or some vain substitute, to bless