COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN THE SUMMER OF 1833
TO A FRIEND
ON THE BANKS OF THE DERWENT
My son John, who was then building a parsonage on his small
living at Brigham.
PASTOR and Patriot!--at whose bidding rise
These modest walls, amid a flock that need,
For one who comes to watch them and to feed,
A fixed Abode--keep down presageful sighs.
Threats, which the unthinking only can despise,
Perplex the Church; but be thou firm,--be true
To thy first hope, and this good work pursue,
Poor as thou art. A welcome sacrifice
Dost Thou prepare, whose sign will be the smoke
Of thy new hearth; and sooner shall its wreaths,
Mounting while earth her morning incense breathes,
From wandering fiends of air receive a yoke,
And straightway cease to aspire, than God disdain
This humble tribute as ill-timed or vain.