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· Then, after morning rites were done,
(A hasty mass from Friar John,)
Then loudly rung the trumpet call ;
And shook the Scottish shore ;
And hid its turrets hoar ;
Till they rolled forth upon the air, And met the river breezes there, Which gave again the prospect fair.
END OF CANTO FIRST.