UNLESS to Peter's Chair the viewless wind Must come and ask permission when to blow, What further empire would it have? for now A ghostly Domination, unconfined As that by dreaming Bards to Love assigned, Sits there in sober truth--to raise the low, Perplex the wise, the strong to overthrow; Through earth and heaven to bind and to unbind!-- Resist--the thunder quails thee!--crouch--rebuff Shall be thy recompence! from land to land 10 The ancient thrones of Christendom are stuff For occupation of a magic wand, And 'tis the Pope that wields it:--whether rough Or smooth his front, our world is in his hand!
