I speak,” - Alas! each new attempt was vain:
Confused he stood, he sate, he rose again;
At length he growl’d defiance, sought the door,
Cursed the whole synod, and was seen no more.
“Laud we,” said Justice Bolt, “the Powers above:
Thus could our speech the sturdiest foe remove.”
Exulting now, he gain’d new strength of fame,
And lost all feelings of defeat and shame.
“He dared not strive, you witness’d - dared not lift
His voice, nor drive at his accursed drift: