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CANTO FOURTH.

cloudless ether looking down, The Moon, this tranquil evening, sees A Camp, and a beleaguered Town, And Castle like a stately crown On the steep rocks of winding Tees ;— And, southward far, with moors between, Hill-tops, and floods, and forests green, The bright Moon sees that valley small Where Rylstone’s old sequestered Hall