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RIDLEY AND LATIMER. 225
By posture of humility, to pay Deep homage to his venerated guide And father in the gospel.
T was a sight
To curb demoniac rage. Low stifled sounds Of pity rose, and many a murmurer mourned For good King Edward, to the grave gone down In early sanctity. And some there were To ban the persecuting Queen, who fed The fires of Smithfield with the blood of saints, And dared to kindle in these hallowed vales Her bigot wrath.
There was a chosen few,
Who, sad and silent, sought their homes, to weep For their loved prelates, yet no railing word, Or vengeful purpose breathed, but waiting stood For their own test of conscience and of faith Inflexible.
This was the flock of Christ.
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