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| WHEN I went up the minster tower, | |
| The minster clock rang out the hour; | |
| The restless organ far below | |
| Sent tides of music to and fro, | |
| That rolled through nave and angel choir, | 5 |
| Whose builder knew what lines inspire, | |
| And filled the lantern’s space profound | |
| With climbing waves of glorious sound, | |
| As I went up the minster tower | |
| What time the chimes gave forth the hour. | 10 |
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| When I stood on the minster tower | |
| The lark above me sent a shower | |
| Of happy notes, that filtered through | |
| The clouds that flecked the sky’s soft blue, | |
| And mingled with the nearer tones | 15 |
| Of jackdaws’ calls and stockdoves’ moans, | |
| While every breeze that round me swirled | |
| Brought some sweet murmur from the world, | |
| As I stood on the minster tower | |
| What time the lark forsook her bower. | 20 |
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| When I came down the minster tower, | |
| Again the chimes proclaimed the hour, | |
| Again the mighty organ rolled | |
| Its thunders through the arches old, | |
| While blended with its note so strong | 25 |
| Soft rose and fell the evensong, | |
| And all the earth, it seemed to me, | |
| Was still by music held in fee, | |
| As I came down the minster tower | |
| What time the clock slow chimed the hour. | 30 |
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