A loud long cry is pouring forth,
East and west and south and north,
Demanding of our patient nation
More religious toleration.

What tiny sect for safety cries?
Under what sudden consternation?
Against what persecution rise
These pleaders for our toleration?

The largest of all churches there
Among our varied population,
And one not noted anywhere
For its religious toleration.

In every country, period, race,
Their record stands for contemplation,
Faith, Hope, and Charity have place —
But not religious toleration.

Should that great power be raised again,
And dominate our once free nation,
Then might we beg, and beg in vain,
For our religious toleration.