And still they miss him after Morning-prayer;
Nor yet successor fills the Vicar’s chair,
Where kindred spirits in his praise agree,
A happy few, as mild and cool as he;
The easy followers in the female train,
Led without love, and captives without chain.
Ye Lilies male! think (as your tea you sip,
While the town small-talk flows from lip to lip;
Intrigues half-gather’d, conversation-scraps,
Kitchen cabals, and nursery-mishaps),