A gaudy dress, but tarnish’d, rent and foul,
And loathsome to the holy eye of heaven.
But sweet humility, a shining robe,
Bestowed by heaven upon its favourite sons;
The robe which God approves and angels wear—
Fair semblance of the glorious Prince of Light,
Who stoop’d to dwell (divine humility!)
With sinful worms, and poverty, and scorn.
Pride leads her wretched votaries to contempt,
To certain ruin, infamy, and death.