Stupid and stony, no! you're all asleep;
Listless and lazy, waiting for a close,
As if at church—Do I allow repose?
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Am I a legal minister? do I
With form or rubrick, rule or rite, comply?
Then, whence this quiet, tell me, I beseech?
One might believe you heard your rector preach,
Or his assistant dreamer;—Oh! return,
Ye times of burning, when the heart would burn.