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THE
WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE.
CANTO FIRST.
From Bolton’s old monastic tower
The bells ring loud with gladsome power:
The sun is bright; the fields are gay
With people in their best array
Of stole and doublet, hood and scarf,
Along the banks of the crystal Wharf,
Through the Vale retired and lowly,
Trooping to that summons holy.
