Reformation Day

“…aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light,
our mortal ken! Inspire a perfect trust
(while we look round) that Heaven’s decrees are just:
which few can hold committed to a fight
that shows, ev’n on its better side, the might
of proud Self-will, Rapacity, and Lust,
‘mid clouds enveloped of polemic dust,
which showers of blood seem rather to incite
than to allay. Anathemas are hurled
From both sides; veteran thunders (the brute test
of truth) are met by fulminations
Tartarean flags are caught at, and unfurled–
friends strike at friends–the flying shall pursue–
and Victory sickens, ignorant where to rest!”

Semper reformanda, my friends, onward with the task set before us…