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The Church Spire at Grasby
IN CONNECTION WITH THE POETRY OF MY FRIEND, CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER
Graceful it rises on the green hill-side,That fair white spire, and points men to the sky,
A silent preacher to the casual eye
O'er field and wold and woodland far and wide.
Though but of yesterday, it will abide
While centuries, like the summer clouds, flit by:
A landmark, it will lift its head on high,
From age to age the hamlet's crown and pride.
Meanwhile another structure not of stone,
A life-work built of pure and lofty rhyme,
Beneath the shadow of that spire has grown
To lend its beauty to the aftertime,
When Grasby shall assert its kindred claim
With cherished Grasmere to poetic fame.
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