Classic Poem

Before your birth, you holy in the womb,
A Bishop destined were to become;
Rightly as Jeremy , who sanctifi'd,
Never but did an holy man abide:
And you once borne , the sweet delightfull Thus ,
Born on the mount of Saba, reaprt for us.
Admired Frankinsence an emblem right,
Shewing how prayer mounteth to Gods sight.

Pestilence, thus on embers put, the steame,
Of it ascending cleareth from the same,
The Emblem of true prayer from fervent heart,
That makes all evill from the soul depart,
Ever may you and all our Clergie than,
Reap the Sabean Frankinsence for man.