Volume 6 — Lines on the Ceremonial Sandal of his Holiness.

Preserved At Burton Manor, Staffordshire, The Seat Of Francis Whitgreave, Esq.

"How beauteous on the hills the feet of him" ('Tis thus Isaias sings) "Who preaches heavenly peace, and brings to man Glad tidings of good things!" Christ first, his vicar now, to us fulfils This gracious work of God; No land by seas or mountains so concealed But Peter there hath trod. Hail, dearly-prized memorial, in late days By our loved Pius worn! Hail, emblem of the foot that walked the waves In our redemption's morn! Before the little cross embroided here Princes have bended low, And owned the presence of a greater power Than the proud world can show. Here love hath left a kiss; here guilt hath been. Nor dropped her tear in vain At his dear feet who can absolve all sins, Or, when he wills, retain! Here learning to the truthful Roman See Hath noble homage paid; Here to religion's lovelier majesty Beauty hath bowed her head. Oh! by this sacred relic here I swear, As all my life shall prove, To him who sits in Peter's holy chair True loyalty and love. E. Caswall. Oratory, Birmingham.