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Then to the lofty Room, which fac'd the Skies,
By Men the Garret call'd, the weeping Lady flies.
Alicia heard; streight after her she went,
Nimbly surmounting the Stairs high Ascent;
To shew her Duty by her speedy Care,
And lessen Sorrow, while she takes a Share.

Now had approaching Night the Town o'erspread,
And scatter'd thro' the Streets a dusky Shade.
The Bell rings Supper; th' hungry Chaplains all,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Blessing the Sound, and pliant to the Call,
Flock from the empty Choir to the more welcome Hall.
The Taverns thicken; the wet Chanter sings;
And every Room with Noise and Nonsence rings.

Forth