His stride majestic, and his frown severe;
A noble pillar of the church he stood,
Adorn’d with college-gown and parish hood:
Then as he paced the hallow’d aisles about,
He fill’d the seven-fold surplice fairly out!
But in his pulpit wearied down with prayer,
He sat and seem’d as in his study’s chair;
For while the anthem swell’d, and when it ceased,
Th’expecting people view’d their slumbering priest;
Who, dozing, died. - Our Parson