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Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part II. – IV – Deplorable His Lot Who Tills The Ground, By: William Wordsworth

November 3, 2023 by Editors

Ecclesiastical Sonnets - Part II. - IV - Deplorable His Lot Who Tills The Ground, By: William Wordsworth

Deplorable his lot who tills the ground,
His whole life long tills it, with heartless toil
Of villain-service, passing with the soil
To each new Master, like a steer or hound,
Or like a rooted tree, or stone earth-bound;
But mark how gladly, through their own domains,
The Monks relax or break these iron chains;
While Mercy, uttering, through their voice, a sound
Echoed in Heaven, cries out, “Ye Chiefs, abate
These legalized oppressions! Man whose name
And nature God disdained not; Man whose soul
Christ died for, cannot forfeit his high claim
To live and move exempt from all control
Which fellow-feeling doth not mitigate!”

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