| From morn till night, from night till startled Morn
Peeps blushing on the Revel's laughing crew,
The song is heard, the rosy garland worn,
Devices quaint, and frolicks ever new,
Tread on each other's kibes. A long adieu
He bids to sober joy that here sojourns:
Nought interrupts the riot, though in lieu
Of true devotion monkish incense burns,
And Love and Prayer unite, or rule the hour by turns. | | ,
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