JUNE 6th (PRIDE STRIPT & WHIPT)
“For Victory confer’d, we prais’d thy Name;
We hear, our foes have likewise done the fame.
And doubtless, whosoever lost or won,
To thee, are praises due for what is done;
Yea no less praise for what is lost,
Than that, for which we triumph most;
The one our pride may elevate,
The other, humble us for that
Which was mis-acted, or mis-spoke ;
For, thou, who heed of both hast took ,
So graciously, oh Lord, hast shar’d betwixt
Both Nations sweet with bitter intermixt,”
That, no man, this day duly keeps,
Save he, who therein sings and weeps.”
–George Wither–
A Private THANK-OBLATION,
Consisting of Three Hymns,
Whereby Almighty GOD is magnified for his Mercy
vouchsafed in the late Engagement between the English and the Dutch,
in June 1665.
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A Pindaric Ode to the Lord Jesus Christ and His
An ode to God who scourges nations is the ode I sing.
How the gyre widens and the center pulls apart!
Oh how the pendulum does swing
between lusts of the heart,
between true virtues hypocritically espoused
and gas-like lies with which once torch-bearing lands are self-doused!
Though they are ample,
here’s one example:
A demon sore vexed the early twentieth century.
It polluted, deluded, and possessed Russia’s Moscow;
for, from New York flew a fury,
riding a golden cow:
an anti-Noah
named Leon Trotsky.
With beasts he plotted a shoah.
To the floodgate of human blood, he held the key.
Holy things were devoured by this dog.
Millions were enslaved, locked in the gulag
–being a network of concentration camps–
from which came a few big, bright, burning lamps
such as Alexander Solzhenitsyn,
who said the communist plague came from sin,
the sin of having forgotten the Lord.
But relief came in the camps by the sword.
Fascist soldiers fresh locked up from Ukraine
boldly chose to shatter the gulag’s chain.
In the name of doing quickly what’s right
they enforced their new law by morning light.
If they discovered one of the snitches,
by dawn he was killed or left in stitches;
And for us this praiseworthy example should serve as a most memorable lesson
on how, in our bleakest hours, like light dispels darkness, swift justice can end oppression.
But this June 6th is the 80th anniversary
of America’s storming of Normandy’s beaches
to slaughter the adversary…
so the victor teaches.
It’s said Nazis were so evil that it made sense
to ally with Godless reds despite their every offense.
Red chambers of gas
get from us a pass,
for the sad records of them were only recently found [via glasnost of 1990];
and Isai Davidovich Berg was their grand inventor,
but his name has a blameless sound.
With such one can’t keep score.
If it’s crystal clear
Berg’s gas chamber truck
was made in a specific year,
1937 to be exact… tough luck!
I have it from good sources,
troikas are sledges pulled by three horses.
When three troikas were unable to cope
with their victim loads, unable to cope
with their loads of souls due for execution
Mr. Isai Berg had the solution.
He rerouted a box bread truck’s exhaust!
A high yield solution at a low cost.
Stripped naked, tied, with mouths plugged,
into the “bread truck” the victims were lugged.
When the van got to the burial ditch
fumes had killed all, left them without a twitch.
We must indulgently dim the lights on
that time we allied with Russia that’s gone.
An exalted Jewish clown and missionary for PRIDE presides over Ukraine now,
while “PRIDE is extremism” and “De-Nazify Ukraine” are the refrains from Moscow.
Let the true, the wise, and just be praised
but not above the Virgin-born from eternity past,
by whom nations rise and are razed
Let the lowly but gracious, merciful, and loving, receive praise,
but not above the Crucified!
Not above the Risen One!
Not above the Ancient of Days
Who weighs on a just scale thoughts and intentions,
To sift our motivations!
You are there, O God,
overseeing all,
using war as Your shepherd’s rod,
culling out the goats who refuse to heed your call!
Praise be to God for the lessons He’d have us learn:
though the ashes which fill history’s golden urn
are gathered by the sons of the hooting mobs that scattered them,
amidst new-kindled pyre’s, a few wretches still reach for the hem.
Praise to those who pluck from the dung the gem!
Praises be to faith, hope, and love,
three kings bearing gifts!
Praises, like bejeweled earrings, for the ear that’s hearing!
Though a poor state be haunted by a wraith
it can be exorcized if it has faith.
The Kingdom be to the Resurrection and the Life,
to the meek and lowly of heart,
Power be to the Resurrection and the Life,
Lord and son of David,
servant of servants,
king of kings,
and Glory be to the Resurrection and the Life,
exalted over the sons of pride!
A Pindaric Ode to the Lord Jesus Christ and His
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“A final Conquest is not yet obtain’d;
That, rarely with one Victory is gain’d:
For, they who lose at first, at last may win,
By mending faults, with which they did begin.
And they who did at first prevail,
Find, oftentimes, their hopes to fail:
Because to trustless things they trust,
Or else, employ to feed their Lust,
That which thy Majesty intends
Should strengthen them to better ends.
When, therefore most Victorious we appear,
Let us rejoyce, but with a trembling fear;
Lest, when the rolling wheel shall turn,
We who rejoyce, find cause to mourn.
Thou art but little pleas’d (if ought at all)
To see us triumph, when our foes do fall;
Especially, when they (though ours they be)
Are thy known enemies, no more then we.”
–George Wither–
A Private THANK-OBLATION,
Consisting of Three Hymns,
Whereby Almighty GOD is magnified for his Mercy
vouchsafed in the late Engagement between the English and the Dutch,
in June 1665.
NEW PURITAN 