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GRANTA. A MEDLEY.

17.

'Tis morn:—from these I turn my sight:
What scene is this which meets the eye?
A numerous crowd array'd in white,[1]
Across the green in numbers fly.


18.

Loud rings in air the chapel bell;
'Tis hush'd:—what sounds are these I hear?
The organ's soft celestial swell
Rolls deeply on the listening ear.


19.

To this is join'd the sacred song,
The royal minstrel's hallow'd strain;
Though he who hears the music long,[2]
Will never wish to hear again.


20.

Our choir would scarcely be excus'd,
E'en as a band of raw beginners;
All mercy, now, must be refus'd[3]
To such a set of croaking sinners.


21.

If David, when his toils were ended,

Had heard these blockheads sing before him,
  1. On a saint's day the students wear surplices in chapel.
  2. But he.—[4to]
  3. But mercy.—[4to]