During the Crusades (“Thy faithful sons, whom Thou in love hast owned”)

THY faithful sons, whom Thou in love hast owned,

Behold! are strangled, burnt and racked and stoned;

Are broken on the wheel; like felons hung;

Or, living, into noisome charnels flung.

I see them yonder, of their eyes bereft,

And there their mangled limbs in twain are cleft.

Beneath the wine-press are their bodies drawn,

Crushed, drowned, or with harsh saws asunder sawn.