Priestly

1. 1Though rous'd by that dark Vizir Riot rude
2. 2Have driven our PRIESTLEY o'er the Ocean swell;
3. 3Though Superstition and her wolfish brood
4. 4Bay his mild radiance, impotent and fell;
5. 5Calm in his halls of brightness he shall dwell!
6. 6For lo! RELIGION at his strong behest
7. 7Starts with mild anger from the Papal spell,
8. 8And flings to Earth her tinsel-glittering vest,
9. 9Her mitred State and cumbrous Pomp unholy;
10. 10And JUSTICE wakes to bid th' Oppressor wail
11. 11Insulting aye the wrongs of patient Folly;
12. 12And from her dark retreat by Wisdom won
13. 13Meek NATURE slowly lifts her matron veil
14. 14To smile with fondness on her gazing Son!