CONTRA CONJUGIUM T. B. B. 
39 
Cemented the unholy kiss 
Of barren age’s fruitless shame 
Your hell shall flame 
 
“ Seven times more hot, that ye may know 
My paths shall be most surely trod, 
That I who answer thus, who show 
Myself in wielding sword and rod, 
Am high Lord God ! ” 
 
Silent the voice, and through the nave 
And chancel droned the choir ;  the sun 
Darkened, as Satan’s perjured slave, 
The priest, in blessing, made them one. 
The Deed was done.