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The monk and nun forgot their beads, They fell on the ground dismay'd,There was not a single saint in heaven Whom they did not call to aid.
And the choristers song that late was so strong Grew a quaver of consternation,For the church did rock as an earthquake shock Uplifted its foundation.
And a sound was heard like the trumpet's blast That shall one day wake the dead,The strong church door could bear no more And the bolts and the bars they fled.
And the taper's light was extinguish'd quite, And the choristers faintly sung,And the priests dismay'd, panted and prayed Till fear froze every tongue.
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