To the Bishop of New York

Honored civilian, and revered divine
Looking from thee far down the mitred line
I note not the old Greek and Latin Bishops
With sometimes " too much water in their hyssops, "
But England's martyr band; and foremost thee,
Undaunted Worcester, known as bold and free
Hugh Latimer, " endued as with a sense
And faculty for storm and turbulence. "
And yet, perhaps the nature his that leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes.
But if his life of this has left no sign
We know, O kindred spirit that 'tis thine
The happy warrior thou, in whom we see
What every man at arms should wish to be.
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