mendo spiritum meum: Domine, recipe spiritum meum.' And after, repeated this latter part often in English, Lord, Lord, receive my spirit;" master Latimer crying as vehemently on the other side, 'O Father of heaven, receive my soul !' who received the flame as it were embracing of it. After that he had stroked his face with his hands, and as it were bathed them a little in the fire, he soon died (as it appeareth) with very little pain or none. And thus much concerning the end of this old and blessed servant of God, master Latimer, for whose laborious travails, fruitful life, and constant death, the whole realm hath cause to give great thanks to Almighty God. But master Ridley, by reason of the evil making of the fire unto him, because the wooden faggots were laid about the gorse, and over-high built, the fire burned first beneath, being kept down by the wood; which when he felt, he desired them for Christ's sake to let the fire come unto him. Which when his brother-in-law heard, but not well understood, intending to rid him out of his pain (for the which cause he gave attendance,) as one in such sorrow not well advised what he did, heaped faggots upon him, so that he clean covered him, which made the fire more vehement beneath, that it burned clean all his nether parts, before it once touched the upper; and that made him leap up and down under the faggots, and often desire them to let the fire come unto him, saying, 'I cannot burn.' Which indeed appeared well; for, after his legs were consumed by reason of his struggling through the pain (whereof he had no release, but only his contentation in God,) he showed that side toward us clean, shirt and all untouched with flame. Yet in all this torment he forgot not to call unto God still, having in his mouth, Lord, have mercy upon me!' intermingling his cry, 'Let the fire come unto me: I cannot burn.' In which pangs he laboured till one of the standers-by with his bill pulled off the faggots above, and where he saw the fire flame up, he wrested himself unto that side. And when the flame touched the gunpowder, he was seen to stir no more, but burned on the other side, falling down at master Latimer's feet; which, some said, happened by reason that the chain loosed; others said, that he fell over the chain by reason of the poise of his body, and the weakness of the nether limbs. "Some said, that before he was like to fall from the stake, he desired them to hold him to it with their bills. However it was, surely it moved hundreds to tears, in beholding the horrible sight; for I think there was none that had not clean exiled all humanity and mercy, which would not have lamented to behold the fury of the fire so to rage upon their bodies."] I. 'Tis good to sing of champions old The honour and renown; To tell how truth and loyalty Have saved an earthly crown. But shame to us, if on the day When man's device and man's decree II. We bend the knee and bow the head In token that, for sinful men, The Saviour, Christ, was born. On which our Lord and Master died And Easter brings its holy hymn, III. We worship as our fathers did, What seeks he, with his mitred pomp, What sought they in the former days, The will, the craft, the creed of Rome IV. Woe, woe to those who dared to dream V. Light up, light up the ready fires! VI. 'Tis done. Fair England! bow thy head, And mourn thy grievous sin! What though the Universal Church Will gladly let thee in? The stain is still upon thy brow, The guilt is on thy hand; For thou hast dared to worship God, Against the Pope's command. And thou hast scoffed at saint and shrine, Denied the Queen of Heaven, And opened up with impious hands The Holy Book unshriven. XI. The Host was raised-they knelt not yet- Each in his penance-shroud. No chaunted hymn could drown the cry, XII. What more? That cry arose on high; 'Twas heard, where all is calm, By Him who, for the martyr's pang, Vouchsafes the martyr's palm; By Him who needs no human arm To work his righteous will:"The LORD is in his holy place, Let all the earth be still." They said it-they who gave the doom, And if they spoke in blasphemy, So shall they die in shame! XIII. To death--to death! The stake is near, The men-at-arms have made their ring, The spearmen take their ground; The torches, reeking in the sun, Send up their heavy fume; And by the pile the torturer Is waiting for the doom. With earnest eye and steadfast step, Approach the martyr twain "Our cross!" they said-then kissed the stake, And bowed them to the chain. XIV. Short be the pang!-Not yet, not yet! Rome parts not with her victims so ; "Life-life, and pardon! say the word, Do homage to our Lord the Pope- Salvation lies not but with Rome; XV. Then out spoke aged Latimer :- Not trusting to my own weak heart, Why speak of life or death to me, XVI. They died. O ask not how they died! That once again on English ground Was human when he opened up The famished lion's cage More human far than they of Rome, XVII. Harlot of Rome! and dost thou come As when our fathers in their wrath No! by the ashes of the saints, Who died beneath thy hand, Thou shalt not dare to claim as thine XVIII. The echo of thy tread shall make A blaze shall rise from Cranmer's grave A blaze which they who own thy power A blaze that in your infamy Shall show both them and thee! Yes! send thy Cardinals again— Once more array thy powers Their watchword is, The Pope of Rome- W. E. A. |