Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.
Wild dreams! but suchAs Plato lov'd; such as with holy zealOur Milton worshipp'd. Blessed hopes! awhileFrom man with-held, even to the latter daysWhen Christ shall come, and all things be fulfill'd.Robert Southey
An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd from the golden window of the east.william shakespeare