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The priestly brotherhood, devout, sincere, From mean self-int'rest and ambition clear, Their hope in Heav'n, sérvility their scorn,
440 Prompt to persuade, expostulate, and warn, Their wisdom pure, and giv'n them from above, Thcir usefulness ensur'd by zeal and love, As meek as the man Moses, and withal As bold in Agrippa's presence, Paul,
415 Should fly the world's contaminating touch, Holy and unpolluted ;-are thine such? Except a few with Eli's spirit bless'd, Hophni and Phineas may describe the rest.
Where shall a teacher look, in days like these, 450 For ears and hearts that he can hope to please ? Look to the poor--the simple and the plain Will heær perhaps thy salutary strain ; Humility is gentle, apt to learn, Speak but the word, will listen and return, 455 Alas, not so the poorest of the flock Are proud, and set their faces as a rock ; Denied that earthly opulence they choose, God's better gift they scoff at and refuse. The rich, the produce of a nobler stem,
460 Are more intelligent at least-try them. Oh, vain inquiry! they, without remorse, Are altogether gone a devious course; Where beck’ning Pleasure leads them, wildly stray, Have burst the bands, and cast the yoke away. 465
Now borne upon the wings of truth sublime, Review thy dim original and prime. This island, spot of unreclaim'd rude earth, The cradle that receiv'd thee at thy birth, Was rock'd by many a rough Norwegian blast, 470 And Danish howlings scar'd thee as they pass'd; For thou wast born amid the din of arms, And suck'd a breast that panted with alarms. While yet thou wast a grov'ling puling cbit, Thy bones not fashion'd, and thy joints not knit, 475
The Roman taught thy stubborn knee to bow,
Who brought the lamp, that with awaking beams
510 Of Tiber's marshes and the papal bog. Then priests with bulls, and briefs, and shaven crowns And griping fists, and unrelenting frowns,
Legates and delegates with pow'rs from Hell,
530 Found thee a goodly spunge for Power to press. Thy chiefs, the lords of many a petty fee, Provok'd and harass'd, in return plagu'd thee; Call'd thee away from peaceable employ, Domestick happiness and rural joy,
535 To waste thy life in arms, or lay it down In causeless feuds and bick’rings of their own Thy parliaments ador'd on bended knees" The sov’reignty they were conven'd to please ; Whate'er was ask'd, too timid to resist,
540 Complied with, and were graciously dismiss'd; And if some Spartan soul a doubt express'd, And blushing at the tameness of the rost, Dar'd to suppose the subject had a choice, He was a traitor by the general voice.
545 O slave ! with powers thou didst not däre exert, Verse cannot stoop so low as thy desert; it shakes the sides of splenetick Disdain, Thou self-entitled ruler of the main, l'o trace thee to the date when yon fair sea, 570 That clips thy shores, hail no such charms for theo ;
Which may he found at Doctors' Commons.
When other nations flew from coast to coast,
Kneel now, and lay thy forehead in the dust;
Has he not hid thee, and thy favour'd land, For ages safe beneath his shelt'ring hand : Giv'n thee his blessing on the clearest proof, Bid nations leagu'd against thee stand aloof,
565 And charg‘d Hostility and Hate to roar, Where else they would, but not upon thy shore ? His power secur'd thee when presumptuous Spain Baptiz'd her feet invincible in vain; Her gloomy monarch, doubtful and resignd 570 To ev'ry pang that racks an anxious mind, Ask'd of the waves that broke upon his coast, What tidings ? and the surge replied-All lost ! And when the Stuart, leaning on the Scot, Then too much fear'd and now too much forgot, 575 Pierc'd to the very centre of the realın, And hop'd to seize his abdicated helm, 'Twas but to prove how quickly with a frown, He that had rais'd thee could leave pluck'd thce down. Peculiar is the graco by thee possess'd,
530 Thy foes implacable, thy land at rest; Thy thunders travel over earth and seas, And all at home is pleasure, wealth, and case. 'Tis thus, extending his tempestuous arm, Thy Maker fills the nations with alarm,
585 While his own Heay'n surveys the troubled sceno, And fools no change, unshaken and serene. Freedom, in other lands scarce known to shino, Pours out a flood of splendour upon thine ;
Thou hast as bright an int'rest in her rays, 590
600 Th’unfading laurel and the virgin too !*
Now think, (if pleasure have a thought to spare ,
610 The beams of heavenly truth have swell’d the debt. When persecuting zeal made royal sport With tortur'd innocence in Mary's court, And Bonner, blitheas shepherd at a wake, Enjoy'd the show, and danc'd about the stake; 615 The sacred book, its value understood, Receiv'd the seal of martyrdom in blood. Those holy men, so full of truth and grace, Seein to reflection of a different race ; Meck, modest, venerable, wise, sincere,
620 In such a cause they could not dare to fear; They could not purchase earth with such a prize, Or spare a life too short to reach the skics.
* Alluding to the grant of Magna Charta, which was extorted from King John by the barons Runnymede, near Windsor.