Chapter LXIX

“For, Mary, deem it not a sinful thought,
That Heaven should give her counsels to restore
The soul to freedom.--Lo! what wonders wrought
The God of Christians for the Church of yore;
With heathen darkness was the conscience fraught,
And tyrants chained it to a barbarous lore;
To break like thraldom in a Christian land,
Angels may speak, and God disclose his hand.