White Stains

36 CONTRA CONJUGIUM T. B. B. Thou wouldst not do. And shall the King Of Kings do only what men ask ? Thou empty mask ! “ Repentance is too late, lost fool, Dead flower, salt fountain, rusty sword, This curse is on thee for thy dule, That thou shalt know and be assured I am the Lord.” The loud-voiced choir would drown in song The voice of God ; their music woke Echoes through chancel weird and long— In thunder and fierce fire and smoke Jehovah spoke. “ On with the farce ! My perjured priests, The wolves that raven through my flock, Nay, wolves in shepherd’s garb, wild beasts That fang and tear my lambs, and mock At Judah’s stock. “ On with the grim foul farce ! Black hell Gapes to receive all actors there.