"A game, Marcellus!" "Well, what shall it be? Let's play we're Christians." And with one accord The children grouped around their mimic lord, Marcellus, throned as Sovereign Pontiff. He The part so often played in mockery, With solemn rite enacted, word for word Repeating as on each in turn he poured The waters of a new Nativity. Then burst the thunders of an edict. Rome Trembled, and her gods offended frowned Foreshadowing the hurricane to be. Men faltered; but among the faithful found, The yearlings of the flock, with martyrdom Marcellus and his neophytes were crowned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD COMPANY by KARLE WILSON BAKER SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE |