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THE CHURCH SPIRE.
(BEBINGTON, NEAR LIVERPOOL.)
Onward the tide of population flowsFrom the vast port, and overleaps the bar
Of green seclusion; crowding villas mar
The charm of rural bowers from which arose
Yon graceful spire of old, yet still it shows
Its sacred summit, steadfast as a star,
And still it stands conspicuous from afar,
The skyward-pointing symbol of repose.
So the fair form of evangelic Truth
Amid encroaching error shines serene,
In changeless beauty and immortal youth:
So 'mid the fretting cares of daily life
The spirit of true piety is seen
With thoughts of God calming Earth's noise and strife.
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