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 Behind this Work the humble Chanter sat In an obscure Invisible Retreat: When forward to the radiant Day alone, Attracting every Eye the Prelate shone; Whether some Dæmon, to the Desk a Foe, Or Nightly Force combin'd its Overthrow; Or was it Destiny's unerring Hand That Pre-ordain'd it should no longer stand. One fatal Morning with surprizing Noise, The great Machine fell down before our Eyes: In Vain we at the Angry Heav'ns repin'd; 'Twas to the Vestry in our Sight confin'd; There thirty Winters hid from open Day, Forgotten in Ignoble Dust it lay.

Hear Prelate thenWhen nightly Mists arise, And veil in dim suffusion prying Eyes, Let