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Chapter 84 84

But ere he could return to his repose,

A cherub flapp'd his right wing o'er his eyes-

At which Saint Peter yawn'd and rubb'd his nose;

"Saint porter," said the angel, "prithee rise!"

Waving a goodly wing, which glow'd, as glows

An earthly peacock's tail, with heavenly dyes;

To which the Saint replied, "Well, what's the matter?

            
            

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