Classic Poem

Still, mid their cares, a hallow'd dome they rear'd,
To nurse devotion's consecrated flame;
And there a wondering world of forests heard,
First borne in solemn chant, Jehovah's name;
First temple to his service, refuge dear
From strong affliction and the alien's tear,
How swell'd the sacred song in glad acclaim:
“England, sweet mother!” many a fervent prayer
There pour'd its praise to heaven for all thy love and care.