Cave of Poverty, The - Part 99

Mean while around the Walls fresh Murmurs creep
Like Notes of soft-ton'd Flutes on Silver Thames:
Like Philomel that sings the Night asleep,
Or purling Sounds of gentle-gliding Streams.
Agen the Goddess with attentive Ear
Listens, th' Applauses of her Rule to hear.
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