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In Fleet Street I lay to sleep,
In the seediest bar.
And in my sleep a I dreamed
afar:

In celestial mists of light,
An angel blinds mortal eye.
This vision I knew no wrong:
Right.

He took my and showed me
Things I'd dreamed.
The blinding me was lifted,
And shone, a beacon beaming.

The vision softly to me,
"The are becoming too free.
And if you want to the tea,
me.

"Peregrine, it's grim.
The economy is to pieces.
It seems hopeless.

"Stand steadfastly by the
In exchange free
calls for order and law.
Yet all be well, all shall be well."

The Holy Ghost bid me
"For wisdom weighed out of old
win if it was spread among men
again."

The departed me then.
And I cold and distant.
I my mission.