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Cromwell, our cheif of men, who through a cloud

Cromwell, our cheif of men, who through a cloud
  Not of warr onely, but detractions rude,
  Guided by faith & matchless Fortitude,
  To peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd,
And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud
  Hast reard Gods Trophies & his work pursu'd,
  While Darwen stream with blood of Scotts imbru'd,
  And Dunbarr feild, resounds thy praises loud,
And Worcesters laureat wreath; yet much remaines
  To conquer still; peace hath her victories
  No less renownd then warr, new foes arise
Threatning to bind our souls with secular chaines:
  Helpe us to save free Conscience from the paw
  Of hireling wolves whose Gospell is their maw.

This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.