That, Sir, in toto, I deny:—
In your own style, Sir, ’tis a lie.
The Church I honour:—I admire
The holy roof, the lofty spire,
The pealing song, the hope sincere,
The pray’r of virtue I revere,
The Church, with an affection true,
I love,—[31]I stigmatize but you.
Yes! give the Church a lofty spire,
Like your tall self, Sir, I desire: