William Sydney Walker - To Catharine Seyton lyrics

So thou wouldst tempt me, pretty neophyte, Me, bred in those learnéd halls whose sons erst broke, With arm polemic, Rome's usurpé yoke, Though all unfit to wage--with eyes so bright And smiles so sweet--the controversial fight; Me, whom no few as Methodist a**ail, Me thou wouldst tempt to quit the happy pale Of England's Church, to pope and priest my right Of thought resigning. Cherish, gentle friend, The new-found light, if light it be, and tread Thy clouded path to heaven: and let me wend My way, with difficulty sore bested, Nor needing more incumbrances, alone, Free from thy Church's fetters, and thy own!