Pleasant Delusion of a Sumpteous Citty

Here stood a Lofty church — there is a steeple,
And there the Grand Parade — O see the people!
That Famouse Castle there, were I but nigh,
To see the mote and Bridg and walls so high —
They'r very fine! sais my deluded eye.
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