 | The poetical works of Henry Alford |  |
And lower, in the valley-field,
Hid from the parting-day,
A brotherhood of columns old,
A ruin rough and gray;
And over all, Saint Michael's Tor
Spired up into the sky:
Most like to Tabor's holy mount
Of vision blest and high.
Hid from the parting-day,
A brotherhood of columns old,
A ruin rough and gray;
And over all, Saint Michael's Tor
Spired up into the sky:
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Of vision blest and high.
| The poetical works of Henry Alford | |