Classic Poem

MATINS .

W HATE'ER the tuneful Prophets teach, whate'er
The Law of olden days,
Great monarch of ascetic multitudes!
Thy life displays!

A glorious progeny is Abraham's boast;
Meekness in Moses shone;
Faultless obedience and a beauteous spouse
Were Isaac's crown;

But our exalted heavenly patriarch,
Immeasurably blest,
Concentres all their glory, virtue, praise,
In his sole breast.

O, may his arm of might, that caught us up
From the world's stormy tide,
Here keep us evermore, where halcyon calm
And peace abide!

Glory eternal, &c.