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THE REVEREND MICAH SOWLS.
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For hours and hours that dismal actor walked
And talked, and talked, and talked, and talked,
Till lethargy upon the parson crept,
And sleepy Micah Sowls serenely slept.
He slept away until
The farce that closed the bill
Had warned him not to stay,
And then he went away.
"I thought," said he, "I was a dreary thing,
I thought my voice quite destitute of ring,
I thought my ranting could distract the brain,
But oh! I hadn't been to Drury Lane.
"Forgive me, Drury Lane,
Thou penitential fane,
Where sinners should be cast
To mourn their wicked past!"
