He had no party’s rage, no sect’ry’s whim;
Christian and countrymen was all with him:
True to his church he came; no Sunday-shower
Kept him at home in that important hour;
Nor his firm feet could one persuading sect,
By the strong glare of their new light direct:-
“On hope, in mine own sober light, I gaze,
But should be blind, and lose it, in your blaze.”
In times severe, when many a sturdy swain
Felt it his pride, his comfort to complain;