ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS
XIII. CASUAL INCITEMENT
ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS
A BRIGHT-HAIRED company of youthful slaves, Beautiful strangers, stand within the pale Of a sad market, ranged for public sale, Where Tiber’s stream the immortal City laves: ANGLI by name; and not an ANGEL waves His wing who could seem lovelier to man’s eye Than they appear to holy Gregory; Who, having learnt that name, salvation craves For Them, and for their Land. The earnest Sire, His questions urging, feels, in slender ties 10 Of chiming sound, commanding sympathies; DE-IRIANS–he would save them from God’s IRE; Subjects of Saxon AELLA–they shall sing Glad HALLE-lujahs to the eternal King!