FROM mercilesse invaders, From wicked men's device, O God! arise and helpe us, To quele owre enemies. Sinke deepe their potent navies, Their strength and corage breake, O God! arise and arm us, For Jesus Christ, his sake. Though cruel Spain and Parma With heathene legions come, O God! arise and arm us, We'll dye for owre home! We will not change our Credo For Pope, nor boke, nor bell; And yf the Devil come himself, We'll hounde him back to hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR OF DISTRESS BEING HUMILIATED BY THE CLASSICAL CHINESE POETS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE OLD SEXTON by PARK BENJAMIN GOD'S WORLD by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE |