As the call, so the echo

Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures

You come with a cat and call it a rabbit

Let echo, too, perform her part, Prolonging every note with art; And in a low expiring strain, Play all the comfort o'er again.

Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale.

The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.