Classic Poem

The Indians count of Men as Dogs,
It is no Wonder then:
They teare out one anothers throats!
But now that English Men,

That boast themselves Gods Children, and
Members of Christ to be,
That they should thus break out in flames.
Sure " tis a Mystery".

The second sea'ld Mystery or red Horse,
Whose Rider hath power and will,
To take away Peace from Earthly Men,
They must Each other kill.