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PRIEST—AGE OF GREGORY VII.
- Kneel! Henry, kneel! Strip off thy coat of mail,
- In penitential garment kiss the feet
- Which spurn thee; thou should'st deem it penance meet
- For God'B Anointed, who has dared to rail
- At him whom men as Christ's vice-gerent hail,
- Gazing with awe, who deem thy act replete
- With Christian love, thy penitence concrete,
- For now, henceforth, must unity prevail.
- Bend! rebel, bend! Authority is one,
- Else God is myth, and men with joy elate
- See o'er thy prostrate form God's Holy Son,
- Whose church triumphant hails this welcome hour
- When monarch, burgher, serf, bow 'neath her power
- Nor dream in store for them more gracious fate.
KING — AGE OF LOUIS XIV.
- Down, scheming burghers! Cease, and ne'er again
- Of rights communal prate, nor still give swing
- To hopes illusory that rights can spring
- But from thy sovereign's will. By law attain
- What law permits, and swell the glad refrain
- Which through the sculptured temple's arches ring,
- Where churchmen kneel before their Son and King,
- And shout: Authority is one,—not twain,—
- Else God is myth. E'en downcast eyes behold,
- As God's Anointed's faintest wish is heard,
- The gleaming sabres flash, and forth thy gold
- From hidden coffers leap; bow low thy head,
- And back with serfs thy humble pathway tread,
- And write across thy bill of rights: Deferred.
BURGHER — ARE OF MALTHUS.
- Pence, restless serfs! Disturb not with thy groans
- The self-complacent ease plebeian lords
- Display, nor curse with bitter, railing words
- The law and order which from childhood's moans
- Extract new pomp and rack thy aching bones
- For luxuries, or make thy secret hoards
- Procure for them what social life affords
- To nameless lust, where wealth for all atones.
- Keep silence, mob! Authority is one,
- Else God is myth, and priest and king unite
- Behind the burgher, once his battle won:
- The priest to bless, the king to give his sword,
- And hail a people's abstract will as Lord
- In States where wealth alone is divine right.
AGE OF MAN.
- Fraternity! a plant from lowly seed,
- First strove for growth when social life began
- In stony soil with prehistoric man,
- And twined its tendrils 'round each loving deed;
- Depressed and shaded by the noxious weed
- Authority, still on its rootlets ran
- Beneath the soil where none its course could scan
- In quest of life, till warmth and heat should speed
- Its growth, and burst on men in full-blown flower;
- When priestly stake and kingly sword/hall lay
- At rest, divorced from burgher's bastard power.
- Hark! Time declares Fraternity is one,
- Else progress is a myth, and 'neath the sun
- The priest — king — burgher — serf are one for aye!
Dyer D. Lum
- Dyer D. Lum, “Priest—King—Burgher—Serf,” Liberty 3, no. 15 (October 3, 1885): 1.