New Presbyter Is But Old Priest Writ

He Who Freely Magnifies What Hath Been Nobly Done, And Fears Not To Declares As Freely What Might Be Done Better, Gives Ye The Best Covenant Of His Fidelity.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.

The Sacred Influence Of Light Appears.

Hung Over Her Enamour'd, And Beheld Beauty, Which, Whether Waking Or Asleep, Shot Forth Peculiar Graces.

Who Shall Silence All The Airs And Madrigals That Whisper Softness In Chambers?