XX.—The Angel.
The Angel flew down
One morning to town,
But didn't know where to rest;
For they shut her out of the East End
And they shut her out of the West.
The Angel went on
To Islington,
And there the people were kinder.
If ever you go to Islington
That's where you will find her.
Those who do hold the victory—
Beatty possidentes.