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CONTRA CONJUGIUM T. B. B. 
 
Thou wouldst not do.  And shall the King 
Of Kings do only what men ask ? 
Thou empty mask ! 
 
“ Repentance is too late, lost fool, 
Dead flower, salt fountain, rusty sword, 
This curse is on thee for thy dule, 
That thou shalt know and be assured 
I am the Lord.” 
 
The loud-voiced choir would drown in song 
The voice of God ;  their music woke 
Echoes through chancel weird and long— 
In thunder and fierce fire and smoke 
Jehovah spoke. 
 
“ On with the farce !  My perjured priests, 
The wolves that raven through my flock, 
Nay, wolves in shepherd’s garb, wild beasts 
That fang and tear my lambs, and mock 
At Judah’s stock. 
 
“ On with the grim foul farce !  Black hell 
Gapes to receive all actors there.