And look of sorrow might be term’d reply;
He saw the fearful hazard of his state,
And held with truth and safety strong debate;
Nor long he reason’d, for the zealous youth
Resolved, though timid, to profess the truth;
And though his friend should like a lion roar,
Truth would he preach, and neither less nor more.
The bells had toll’d - arrived the time of prayer,
The flock assembled, and the ’Squire was there:
And now can poet sing, or proseman say,