I’m meek and modest: - if I could be proud,
This crowded meeting, lo! th’ amazing crowd!
Your mute attention, and your meek respect,
My spirit’s fervour, and my words’ effect,
Might stir th’ unguarded soul; and oft to me
The Tempter speaks, whom I compel to flee;
He goes in fear, for he my force has tried, -
Such is my power! but can you call it pride?
“No, Fellow-Pilgrims! of the things I’ve shown
I might be proud, were they indeed my own!