Laughed at he laughs again; and stricken hard The pulpit, therefore (and I name it filled Of its legitimate peculiar powers) Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support, and ornament, of virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders; and by him, in strains as sweet The sacramental host of God's elect! Are all such teachers?-Would to heaven all were! And colleges, untaught; sells accent, tone, Down into modern use; transforms old print Are there who purchase of the doctor's ware? That grave and learned clerks should need such aid. I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, That he is honest in the sacred cause. To such I render more than mere respect, Whose actions say that they respect themselves. To make God's work a sinecure; a slave Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture; much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men. Behold the picture!-Is it like?—Like whom? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again; pronounce a text; Cry-hem; and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene! In man or woman, but far most in man, And most of all in man that ministers And serves the altar, in my soul I loath All affectation. "Tis my perfect scorn; Objects of my implacable disgust. What!-will a man play tricks, will he indulge A silly fond conceit of his fair form, And just proportion, fashionable mien, And pretty face, in presence of his God? Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes, As with the diamond on his lily hand, And play his brilliant parts before my eyes, When I am hungry for the bread of life? He mocks his Maker, prostitutes and shames His noble office, and instead of truth, Displaying his own beauty, starves his flock! Therefore avaunt all attitude, and stare, And start theatric, practised at the glass! I seek divine simplicity in him Who handles things divine; and all besides, Though learned with labour, and though much admired Heard at conventicle, where worthy men, And rustic coarseness would. An heavenly mind And quaint in its deportment and attire, As God's ambassador, the grand concerns To court a grin, when you should woo a soul; The skittish fancy with facetious tales, When sent with God's commission to the heart! Whom truth and soberness assailed in vain. Oh popular applause! what heart of man Is proof against thy sweet seducing charms? The wisest and the best feel urgent need Of all their caution in thy gentlest gales; But swelled into a gust-who then alas! With all his canvass set, and inexpert, And therefore heedless, can withstand thy power? Praise from the riveled lips of toothless bald Decrepitude, and in the looks of lean And craving poverty, and in the bow Respectful of the smutched artificer, Is oft too welcome, and may much disturb The bias of the purpose. How much more, Poured forth by beauty splendid and polite, In language soft as adoration breathes? Ah, spare your idol! think him human still. Charms he may have, but he has frailties too! Dote not too much, nor spoil what ye admire. All truth is from the sempiternal source Of light divine. But Egypt, Greece, and Rome, Drew from the stream below. More favoured we Drink, when we choose it, at the fountain head. |