POET of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre br Startles the churches from their slumbers late, br Discoursing music, mixed with lofty ire br At wrangling factions in the restless state, br Till tingles with thy note each listening ear,— br Then household charities by the friendly fire br Of home, soothe all to fellowship and good cheer! br No sin escapes thy fervent eloquence, br Yet, touching with compassion the true word, br Thou leavest the trembling culprit’s dark offence br To the mediation of his gracious Lord. br To noble thought and deep dost thou dispense br Due meed of praise, strict in thy just award.