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AFTER MASS
Lovingly I turn me down
From this church, St. Philip's crown,
To the leafy street where dwell
The good folk of Arundel.
From this church, St. Philip's crown,
To the leafy street where dwell
The good folk of Arundel.
Lovingly I look between
Roof and roof, to meadows green,
To the cattle by the wall,
To the place where sea-birds call,
Roof and roof, to meadows green,
To the cattle by the wall,
To the place where sea-birds call,
Where the sky more closely dips,
And perchance, there may be ships:
God have pity on us all!
And perchance, there may be ships:
God have pity on us all!
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