Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate;
Haply some antiquated Maid may say;
“Oft have we seen him at the hour of prayer
“Brushing, with hasty hand, the dust away
“From his rent cassock and his beaver bare.
“Oft by the side of yonder nodding font
“That lifts its old fantastic head so high,
“To wait the frequent christening was he wont
“And frown upon the Clerk that babbled by.
“Oft in yon pulpit, smiling as in scorn,