A Genial Hearth, A Hospitable Board, And A Refined Rusticity, Belong To The Neat Mansion, Where, His Flock Among, The Learned Pastor Dwells, Their Watchful Lord. Though Meek And Patient As A Sheathed Sword; Though Pride'S Least Lurking Thought Appear A Wrong To Human Kind; Though Peace Be On His Tongue, Gentleness In His Heart Can Earth Afford Such Genuine State, Pre-Eminence So Free, As When, Arrayed In Christ'S Authority, He From The Pulpit Lifts His Awful Hand; Conjures, Implores, And Labours All He Can For Re-Subjecting To Divine Command The Stubborn Spirit Of Rebellious Man?