A rival’s Herod bears the prize away,
Nor second his, nor third, but lagging last,
With hanging head he comes, by all surpass’d:
Surprise and wrath the owner’s mind inflame,
Love turns to scorn, and glory ends in shame; -
Thus waited, high in hope, the partial ’Squire,
Eager to hear, impatient to admire;
When the young Preacher, in the tones that find
A certain passage to the kindling mind,
With air and accent strange, impressive, sad,