No sly fanatic, no enthusiast wild,
No party tool, beguiling and beguil'd,
No slave to pride, no canting pimp to pow'r,
Nor rigid churchman, nor dissenter sour,
No fawning flatterer to the base and vain,
No timist vile, or worshipper of gain;
When gay not dissolute, grave not severe,
Tho' learn'd no pedant, civil tho' sincere;
Nor mean nor haughty, be one preacher's praise
That — if he rise, he rise by manly ways:
Yes, he abhors each sordid selfish view,
And dreads the paths your men of art pursue;
Who trust some wand'ring meteor's dubious ray,
And fly like owls from truth's meridian day.