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The brasen towre in which my parents deare 20
For dread of that huge feend emprisond be,
Whom I from far, see on the walles appeare,
Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly cheare:
And on the top of all I do espye
The           wayting tydings glad to heare, 25
That O my parents might I happily
Unto you bring, to ease you of your misery.