OF TEMPER.
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But waking now far different notes she found;
Less pleasing echoes in her chamber sound:
For now the heralds of the London day
Sing their loud matins in th' uncrowded way;
Th' impatient milk-maid now, with early din,
Screams to the rattle of her pail of tin;
With sweep's faint cry, and, latest of the crew,
The deep-ton'd music of the murmuring Jew.
Less pleasing echoes in her chamber sound:
For now the heralds of the London day
Sing their loud matins in th' uncrowded way;
Th' impatient milk-maid now, with early din,
Screams to the rattle of her pail of tin;
With sweep's faint cry, and, latest of the crew,
The deep-ton'd music of the murmuring Jew.
END OF THE FIRST CANTO.
