Cave of Poverty, The - Part 66

Wafted by Sp'rits of such as, while in Life,
Were Make-bates, fond of propagating News;
Whose Tongues were Organs of Eternal Strife;
These Sounds were thought their Murmurs to transfuse:
That little Elves behind, with Fans of Air,
Impell'd 'em to the Dusky Thorough-fare.
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