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Poem by Alexander Montgomerie

Sonnet 6. To M. P. Galloway

Sound, Gallovay, the trompet of the Lord ;
The blissit brethren sall obey thy blast ;
Then thunder out the thretnings of the word 
Aganst the wicked that auay ar cast.

Pray that the faithfull in the fight stand fast.
Suppose the Divill the wickeds hairts obdure,
Jit perseveir, as in thy preichins past,
For to discharge thy conscience and cure.

Quhat justice sauld ! vhat pilling of the pure !
Quhat bluidy murthers ar for gold forgivin !
God is not sleipand, thoght He tholde, be sure.
Cry out, and He shall heir the from the heuin ;

And wish the king his court and counsell clenge,
Or then the Lord will, in His wrath, revenge.

Alexander Montgomerie

Alexander Montgomerie's other poems:
  1. The Cherrie and the Slae
  2. Sonnet 18. To the Lords of the Session. I
  3. Sonnet 30. Christen Lyndesay to Ro. Hudsone
  4. Sonnet 61. Of the Duleweid. III
  5. Sonnet 19. To the Lords of the Session. II

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