Her sons to pour it on the farthest north:
Fired with a zeal peculiar, they defy
The rage and rigour of a polar sky,
And plant successfully sweet Sharon’s rose
On icy plains, and in eternal snows.
Cowper.
No studied eloquence was there displayed,
Nor poetry of language lent its aid;
But plain the words that from the preacher came;
A preacher young, and all unknown to fame;