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At York Railway Station
Imprisoned at the noisy station, fain
Would I have fled to spend a tranquil hour,
Where clustered pier and springing arch embower
The Minster's silence, but the wish was vain:
Instead I marked the rush of many a train
Coming and going, and the thund'rous power
Of the huge engines, and man's mightier dower,
Able such strength to summon and restrain.
Would I have fled to spend a tranquil hour,
Where clustered pier and springing arch embower
The Minster's silence, but the wish was vain:
Instead I marked the rush of many a train
Coming and going, and the thund'rous power
Of the huge engines, and man's mightier dower,
Able such strength to summon and restrain.
Then came the thought, what fiery forces strange
May clothe our spirits in the life above,
Where not to worship only is our meed;
But still to work, as to and fro we range,
Running glad errands of Almighty Love,
With angel wisdom and with lightning speed!
May clothe our spirits in the life above,
Where not to worship only is our meed;
But still to work, as to and fro we range,
Running glad errands of Almighty Love,
With angel wisdom and with lightning speed!
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