And rarely do you see his form about the village street;
His voice is never heard, alas! the toiling hind to greet,
And at the bedside of the poor you never, never meet
This learned, modern Vicar, one of the present time!
But even he is better than his neighbour, who, we find
Forgetting that his Master was all merciful and kind!
And who when ’mongst the magistrates he proudly sits enshrined,
To stern and harsh severity’s persistently inclined,
Like a modern J.P. Vicar, one of the present time.
He preaches charity, and bids all men forgive their foes,