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John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.

Personal Poems

To Ronge

  • 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. Ronge 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.