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Personal Poems
To Ronge

by John Greenleaf Whittier

     This was written after reading the powerful and manly protest of
     Johannes Ronge against the "pious fraud" of the Bishop of Treves.
     The bold movement of the young Catholic priest of Prussian Silesia
     seemed to me full of promise to the cause of political as well as
     religious liberty in Europe. That it failed was due partly to the
     faults of the reformer, but mainly to the disagreement of the
     Liberals of Germany upon a matter of dogma, which prevented them
     from unity of action. Rouge was born in Silesia in 1813 and died in
     October, 1887. His autobiography was translated into English and
     published in London in 1846.

Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the root
Of old oppression sink the Saxon steel.
Thy work is to hew down. In God's name then
Put nerve into thy task. Let other men
Plant, as they may, that better tree whose fruit
The wounded bosom of the Church shall heal.
Be thou the image-breaker. Let thy blows
Fall heavy as the Suabian's iron hand,
On crown or crosier, which shall interpose
Between thee and the weal of Fatherland.
Leave creeds to closet idlers. First of all,
Shake thou all German dream-land with the fall
Of that accursed tree, whose evil trunk
Was spared of old by Erfurt's stalwart monk.
Fight not with ghosts and shadows. Let us hear
The snap of chain-links. Let our gladdened ear
Catch the pale prisoner's welcome, as the light
Follows thy axe-stroke, through his cell of night.
Be faithful to both worlds; nor think to feed
Earth's starving millions with the husks of creed.
Servant of Him whose mission high and holy
Was to the wronged, the sorrowing, and the lowly,
Thrust not his Eden promise from our sphere,
Distant and dim beyond the blue sky's span;
Like him of Patmos, see it, now and here,
The New Jerusalem comes down to man
Be warned by Luther's error. Nor like him,
When the roused Teuton dashes from his limb
The rusted chain of ages, help to bind
His hands for whom thou claim'st the freedom of
the mind

1846.
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