His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare;

Those strains that ance did sweet in Zion glide,

He wales a portion with judicious care;

And “Let us worship God!” he says, with solemn air.

Burns.

Not always he

Hath holiest heart, whose worship is most loud,

And that is purest prayer, where one alone is bowed.

G. H. Colton.