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The seventh day this—the Jubilee of man!

London! right well thou know'st the day of prayer:

Then thy spruce citizen, washed artisan,

And smug apprentice gulp their weekly air:

Thy coach of hackney, whiskey,87 one-horse chair, And humblest gig through sundry suburbs whirl,da To Hampstead, Brentford, Harrow make repair; Till the tired jade the wheel forgets to hurl, Provoking envious gibe from each pedestrian churl.db