text:  Alas! no fervid man is there No earnest honest heart; One who though dress'd in priestly guise Looks on the world with worldling's eyes; One who can trim the courtier's smile Or weave the diplomatic wile But knows no deeper art; One who can dally with fair forms Whom a well-pointed period warms-- No man is he to hold the helm Where rude winds blow and wild waves whelm And creaking timbers start