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THE WESTERN TOWERS

 

YORK MINSTER

 

They gaze into the sunset, into the Past

That is beautiful always,

Being Godís gathered harvest. They hold fast

On their praying faces

Timeís flaming wind a moment;

The burning thought that lifted them at last

Arresting the eternal.

 

They gaze into the Present, unaloof

From the prayerless, the unpraising.

Shaken and wheel beset they are the stuff

Of beautyís equipoise

And all tranquillity.

They are the belfried centuries crying proof

That God is lovely.

 

 

 

 
 
   

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