“Fields once her [Midway’s] glory and her pride,
Weeds, grass, and briars now do hide.
And worst of villains make their home
Where flames had happen’d not to come.
“Instead of preaching, prayers, and praises,
Now on the Gospel holy days
They race, and fight, and swear and game,
Without regard to law or shame.
“They arm’d, disguis’d, with faces blacked,
Do many villainies transact;