Classic Poem

Doth Freedom dwell where Papal rule is known?
" Nay! " History answers with a clarion voice,
Dark Superstition binds those votaries down
Who blindly of her guidance make sad choice.
The Old World groans to-day beneath the weight
Of burdens laid on her by Papal power,
Which seemeth e'er to pledge perpetual hate
To light and liberty, man's precious dower.
Say! shall these fetters our brave freemen bind,
And Popery's banners wave o'er Freedom's soil?
Not so, while truth and valor here are joined,
And true hearts for the holy cause may toil.
The parasite its strong support would kill,
And Rome with woe our native land would fill.