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Rh And zanies' voices rise to sing,

Hosannah to the idol's stand,

Where azure-censers' fumes enhance

The pomps, adverse to Sorrow's home.

Figent hydras squat on each throne,

Mute souls peer at the altar's flame

As phantom images do dance

In honour of this Hybrid's zone,

Bred in this gorce by some strange gnome,

Sib to him who plays Satan's game.

A Cesspool vext with leprous stench

And oils—A sign that spells a curse!

Visioned with Temples' diamonds bright

In domes as guide to those whose cry

Of fear, sprung from a wench's bench,

Lure all to this strange shore, adverse

To moonlit skies. By the ghaut's light,

(Ten-thousand furlongs wide and high)

The gaud, spun from sorcerers' art,

Reveals its part unto each soul—