Hail, ancient creeds! that help us to disdain These 'Lives of Jesus'; you, that boldly speak Of an authentic Saviour, gracious, meek, And wonderful, the Lamb for sinners slain; Well, they may fret weak faith, make rebels glad, But Oh! what honest soul can wish to see These churches of the 'Leben' or the 'Vie' Get themselves towers in Christendom? how sad Is this wild masque of Christs, that flits athwart The world, 'lo here! lo there!' from all the schools, While the true Lord of glory stands apart, And bides His welcome, as the madness cools, When they shall greet Him with fond eyes and heart, And test His slighted word by holier rules. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOILS OF THE DEAD by ROBERT FROST WHEN HE WOULD HAVE HIS VERSES READ by ROBERT HERRICK LILIES: 14. THE AWAKING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A THRESHER OF WHEAT TO THE WYNDES by JOACHIM DU BELLAY APPREHENSION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE INDIAN SUMMER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 27 by THOMAS CAMPION |