Chapter 129 of 478 · 55 words · ~1 min read

XLIV.

Here the red Cross, for still the Cross is here, Though sadly scoffed at by the circumcised, Forgets that Pride to pampered priesthood dear; Churchman and Votary alike despised. Foul Superstition! howsoe'er disguised, Idol--Saint--Virgin--Prophet--Crescent--Cross-- For whatsoever symbol thou art prized, Thou sacerdotal gain, but general loss! Who from true Worship's gold can separate thy dross?