Sweet links of harmony and long drawn out.”
These were to him essentials; all things new
He deemed superfluous, useless, or untrue:
To all beside indifferent, easy, cold,
Here the fire kindled, and the woe was told.
Habit with him was all the test of truth:
“It must be right: I’ve done it from my youth.”
Questions he answer’d in as brief a way:
“It must be wrong - it was of yesterday.”
Though mild benevolence our Priest possess’d,