... Before the sunlight bursting in: Sloth drew her pillow o'er her head To drown the din. ‘Spare,’ Art implored, “yon holy pile; That grand, old, time-worn turret spare;” Meek Reverence, kneeling in the aisle, Cried out, ‘ Forbear!’ Gray-bearded Use, who, deaf and blind, Groped for his old accustomed stone, Leaned on his staff, and wept to find His seat ...