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         The Pontiff's Victory, over

                  GARIBALDI

You bright celestial angels, with our Holy Church rejoice,
Since the Pope is victorious in Rome the flag has hoised,
To wear the crown of St. Peter. our Lord to him freely gave,
To guide & govern our Holy Church our precious souls to save
We have a holy and well-built ark, and byour Saviour found,
The seas and stormy waves may knock us north and south,
In those dreadful squalls we'll find no fall till we reach the
Virgin's Son.

We're the triumphant Church Saint Peter, cried out the race
we've won.
Look unto the brave Romulas, the founder of antient Rome ;
All sorts of sin and iniquify had there its youth and bloom,
'Till the Lord changed this odious city by a divine command,
He gave supremacy to the Pope that is by sea and land,
To guide and govern his Holy Church throughont this earthly
ball,
That he might find her in unity when on them he would call,

Tis on her he has prephosied when he oponed the book of life,
Saying, ' You are fit company for my angels in the skies,
You wore a crown of paticnce since Garihaldi he began,
Led on by the Sardinians the devils they were strong ;
Towards the middle of the age Antiohrist begau,
To hlaspheme to God of heaven that is free without sin
We need'nt wonder at it these imps and locusts roam,
And by the vile invention began the bloody wars of Rome,

They thought to corrupt our Holy Church which is built upon a rock,
Our Saviour chose the masons St. Peter leading the flock ;
He gave to him the keys of heaven with majority
Saying the chosen one will uave a head that's Pope's supremacy
The glorious trihe of martyrs unto the lamb do call,
Pour down heavy vengeance on Garibaldi's and the Sardinians
all,

To revenge their blood and torments the Pope to set free,
That's to remain in pain and servile chains till the year 63,
Looking to resurrection—and the General Judgment Day,
The God of Power and majesty from heaven will take his way,
With his holy crossbefore him St. Peter flock's on his right hand
What will become ef these Ranters who in tho valley of misery,
They will have no King or Queen to barrickade them in the
day of calamity,

They'll fly from their judge into the hands of misery,
Have not the same expierence of David than of old,
When he would not believe Moses and the Prophet as holy
Abraham told ;
But now he may plough the burning lake for the sin of incredulity
Make no delay—turn the right way—and join Holy Popery.