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TO A CLERGYMAN.

A FRAGMENT.

1787.
O with the robe of honor be thou cloth'd
And with perfection's garment, to the seat
Of eloquence ascending, or the shrine,
The sanctuary of God! Thus all thy tribes
Shall hail thy lustre as the morning-star
Divinely bright—as the full moon's clear orb;
As the sun shining on the temple-dome
Of the most High; and as the rainbow's hue
Coloring the darkness; as the spring's soft shower
Of roses; as the lilies by the stream,
And, as the tree of frankincense, what time
The summer glows; as the fair olive-boughs
Budding forth fruit, and as a cypress, high
Above the groves, and spreading thro' the clouds!