Cave of Poverty, The - Part 65

So did these Pipes, by some attractive Pow'r,
(Secret of Nature, or her Hand-maid Art!)
In their long Necks collected Sounds devour,
That from the Earth's most distant Confires start:
Which, marching downward thro' the Concave Brass,
Strait to the gloomy Regent's Chamber pass.
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