[Unacknowledged]
Now a' the congregation o'er
Is silent expectation;
For Moodie speels the holy door, [climbs to]
Wi' tidings o' damnation,
Should Hornie, as in ancient days, [Satan]
'Mang sons o' God present him,
The very sight o' Moodie's face
To's ain het hame had sent him [his own hot]
Wi' fright that day.
Hear how he clears the points o' faith
Wi' rattlin' an' wi' thumpin'!
Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath,
He's stampin' an' he's jumpin'!
His lengthen'd chin, his turned-up snout,
His eldritch squeal an' gestures, [weird]
O how they fire the heart devout,
Like cantharidian plaisters,
On sic a day! [such]
But, hark! the tent has chang'd its voice;
There's peace an' rest nae langer;
For a' the real judges rise,
They canna sit for anger.
Smith opens out his cauld harangues, [A New Light]
On practice and on morals;
An' aff the godly pour in thrangs
To gie the jars an' barrels [give]
A lift that day.
What signifies his barren shine
Of moral pow'rs an' reason?
His English style an' gesture fine
Are a' clean out o' season.
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