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 Said, “I shall set before your eyes

What mortal never saw yet;

The dusky tow’rs o’ terror rise,

Wi’ what is to befa’ yet.”

In deep perplexity immur’d,

A little on he led me,

Then something, just like Jonah’s gourd,

He hoisted up to shed me.

“ See, then—there stands a vale in view,

Whase rising sides, romantic,

Like prison wa’s, o’ dusky hue,

Are mouldering, rude, an’ antique;

Yon grand procession, at the end,

Wha seem sae sair dejected,

In Gw ance were brawly ken’d,

And muckle there respected,

They’re gaun to Satan’s warehouse-door,

’Twixt hope and fear suspended,

Although their wark has gane before,

And loudly there commended,

Yon chosen guards, wha tak’ the lead,

Keep watching late and early,

Wi’ their bold champion on their head—

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