Sonnet Xcviii. There Is One Baptism

'There is one baptism:'' thus wrote holy Paul-- Behold its only trace, yon ancient stone Forth to dishonour and destruction thrown, Catching the drippings from the chancel--wall. ``We, being many, all partake one bread:'' Behold in yonder unfrequented quire, For two old men, four women, and the squire, Three times a year the scanty banquet spread. Are we His people? is the Lord our King? Up then for shame, and the old ways restore-- Give to the Lord the honour due, and bring Glad presents to His courts; that so, before His wrath arise upon our Church and land, The incense of our prayer may stay His lifted hand.