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...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 11. HAMBURG by SARA TEASDALE MENAPHON: SEPHESTIA'S [CRADLE] SONG TO HER CHILD by ROBERT GREENE THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE MAN-OF-WAR HAWK by HERMAN MELVILLE THE COLISEUM by EDGAR ALLAN POE CABOOSE THOUGHTS by CARL SANDBURG THE HULDRA-WOMAN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE THE BOHEMIANS OF BOSTON AND THEIR WAYS; A MEMORY OF THE JACOBEAN CRAZE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |