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An Elegy,
Written in Covent-Garden.
(Printed before 1777.)
St. Paul’s proclaims the solemn midnight hour,
The wary Cit slow turns the master-key;
Time-stinted ’prentices up Ludgate scour,
And leave the streets to darkness and to me.
Now glimmering lamps afford a doubtful ray,
And scarce a sound disturbs the Night’s dull ear;