IV.
But worst of all is he who jests,
Or tries to jest, in pulpit gown,
Lord, save us from such holy pests
Who so unseemly act the clown
And pull the tabernacle down
To something worse than pantomime:
On all such zanies let us frown
And scourge them both in prose and rhyme.
VII.
"MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS."
Puzzling over musty tomes,
What a life to lead,
While each gay companion roams
Where his fancies lead!
One beside a shady pool
Sweeps the wave for hours,
Comes home with his basket full,
When the evening lowers.
Some more energetic wights
Leave the level land,
Mountaineer on dizzy heights,
Alpenstock in hand.
Others boat in sunny bays
Where bright sands are seen
Glimmering amid a maze
Of tangled flowers marine.
Luck to all is what I wish
With a meed of fun,
I'll row, mountaineer, and fish,
When your sports are done.