Verse 1
Naked, or in rough goatskins clad,
In every place they long confess’d
The God, for whom o’er earth they stray’d
Tormented, destitute, distress’d.

Verse 2
Of whom the world unworthy was,
Whom only God their Maker knew,
The world they punish’d with their loss,
The holy anchorites withdrew.

Verse 3
Lone unfrequented wilds they trod,
O’er mountain-tops the wanderers ran,
With milder beasts in dens abode,
And shun’d the haunts of savage man.