Cave of Poverty, The - Part 68

Thus Artificial Ecchoes catch the Sound,
Re-wording, what we did at distance speak;
Thus Accents in a Gall'ry travel round
The Crannied Walls, and as they travel, break
Thro' ev'ry Gap: In hoarse, but louder, Tone
Repeating what was in a Whisper blown.
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