Not one warm preacher of one growing sect
Can say our Borough treats him with neglect:
Frequent as fashions they with us appear,
And you might ask, “how think we for the year?”
They come to us as riders in a trade,
And with much art exhibit and persuade.
Minds are for Sects of various kinds decreed,
As diff’rent soils are formed for diff’rent seed;
Some when converted sigh in sore amaze,
And some are wrapt in joy’s ecstatic blaze;