Whether the sacred Books their rise express,
Or books profane, ’tis vain for me guess:
It may be lost in date remote and high,
They know not what their own antiquity:
It may be, too, derived from cause so low,
They have no wish their origin to show:
If, as Crusaders, they combine to wrest
From heathen lords the land they long possess’d;
Or were at first some harmless club, who made
Their idle meetings solemn by parade;