And the small Church, remarked as very small,
A sound, not ringing, but from bells a pair,
Hanged between Turrets in the open Air, 20
Called my Attention to the House; and then
I saw there passing and thence coming Men.
“Then first that Village wore a cheerful Air,
Not like the noisy Concourse of its Fair;
But I distinguished plainly, with my Glass,
Another people thro’ the Gardens pass.