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Rh 17.

'Tis morn:—from these I turn my sight:

What scene is this which meets the eye?

A numerous crowd array'd in white,

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,

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

To such a set of croaking sinners.

21.

If David, when his toils were ended,

Had heard these blockheads sing before him,