He wales a portion with judicious care; And Let us worship GOD!' he says, with

solemn air.

XIII.

They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim: [rise; Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name: Or noble Elgin beets the heav'n-ward flame, The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : Compared with these, Italian trills are tame; The tickl'd ears no heart-felt raptures raise; Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise. XIV.

The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of GOD on high; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage

With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie [ire; Beneath the stroke of Heav'n's avenging Or, Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.