To the Reverend Father in God, George, Lord Bishop of Saint Davids

Granger is one who hath a numerous stock,
Ever rejoycing how to feed his flock;
O Reverend Father, you the Granger are:
Regard then well those sheep, we to your share
Granger committer are by the great Pastor,
Ever the Bishop of our souls, your Master.

Men though you feed, and over them are placed,
A Granger by that God who you thus graced,
Now men , like sheep, some wander from the way,
Nor ever cease (untill brought back) to stray;
Ere then too far from the commandement
Running they stray, Granger , their steps prevent
In holy zeal pursue them, and goenye ;
Nor leave them off till they'r brought back thereby,
Granger of men , then feed them plenteously.
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