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CANTO FIRST.

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.