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Cromwell, our cheif of men, who through a cloud

John Milton·1608–1674
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Cromwell, our cheif of men, who through a cloudNot of warr onely, but detractions rude,Guided by faith & matchless Fortitude,To peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd,And on the neck of crowned Fortune proudHast reard Gods Trophies & his work pursu'd,While Darwen stream with blood of Scotts imbru'd,And Dunbarr feild, resounds thy praises loud,And Worcesters laureat wreath; yet much remainesTo conquer still; peace hath her victoriesNo less renownd then warr, new foes ariseThreatning to bind our souls with secular chaines:Helpe us to save free Conscience from the pawOf hireling wolves whose Gospell is their maw.