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Poetry

A Tangle of Bells

THERE are four old bells at Marston, Marston by the Dove, There's " Glory be to God on high " Tossing its cup toward the sky, Three centuries have known the swing Triumphant of " God Save the King," And still the country folk obey The Blending Bell* on Pancake Day.

But of all the bells at Marston, Marston by the Dove, The sweetest is the .Angelus bell ; ('lose on six hundred years can tell Its tones at summer noon.

And those who reap the sun-warmed grain Or tramp beside the winter wain, Or cut brown hedges in the spring May hear to-day the Angelus ring, O'er meadow and stream to Hilton ; And across the reeds to Hatton,

*Rung on Shrove Tueiday ntormng for-mixing the paw'

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