Now thrills his audience with his eloquence,
And marvels greatly at his common sense;
And as he speaks with love of our dear Lord,
He sees ahead his well-earned, just reward.
A scholar, preacher, helper of the sick,
He gets at last a lawn-sleeved bishopric,
But soon as he the pastoral crosier takes,
The country parson to himself awakes.
The hapless monarch on his bed of down
No longer sinks beneath the jeweled crown;