Oliver Cromwell

OLIVER CROMWELL.

From the portrait by Robert Walker at Hinchingbrooke.

By permission of the Earl of Sandwich.

(Probably painted soon after the beginning of the Civil War, when Cromwell was forty-three or -four years old.)

OLIVER CROMWELL

BY
THEODORE ROOSEVELT
ILLUSTRATED
CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS
NEW YORK 1900
Copyright, 1900, by
Charles Scribner’s Sons
TROW DIRECTORY
PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY
NEW YORK
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith, and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth, thy glorious way hast ploughed,
And on the neck of crownÈd fortune proud
Hast reared God’s trophies, and his work pursued,
While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued,
And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud,
And Worcester’s laureate wreath. Yet much remains
To conquer still; Peace hath her victories
No less renowned than War: new foes arise,
Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains.
Help us to save free conscience from the paw
Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.
Milton.
Executive Chamber, Albany,
June, 1900.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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