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 A rural Chapel, neatly drest, In covert like a little nest; And thither young and old repair, This Sabbath-day, for praise and prayer.

Fast the church-yard fills;—anon Look again, and they all are gone ; The cluster round the porch, and the folk Who sate in the shade of the Prior’s Oak! And scarcely have they disappeared Ere the prelusive hymn is heard :— With one consent the people rejoice, Filling the church with a lofty voice! They sing a service which they feel: For ’tis the sun-rise now of zeal, And faith and hope are in their prime, In great Eliza’s golden time.

A moment ends the fervent din, And all is hushed, without and within;