By Jesuit Treason I sappered ‘neath
The Lord's House to trumpet-down the nacred
Gate: pray my sire canst redeem his bequeath—
With reaped condignity vaulted sacred.
Armed beyond the lamentable Kraken,
With monstrous warrant I nobly pursued
The arrest—twain fugitives—forsaken—
Five years on—Macedonian Calls wooed!
Grasped I the loosed ends of the silver cord,
Forget-Him-not, by my élan vital—
I shan't release his shade by Acts or Word:
A gilded conceit ruled my rationale.
Recalled! Father racked the lees from my youth—
Kairos! Relent! Freed up and down in sooth!
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