CHIMES
Brief on a flying night, From the shaken tower, A flock of bells take flight And go with the hour. Like birds from the cote to the gales, Abrupt—O, hark! A fleet of bells set sails, And go to the dark. Sudden the cold airs swing, Alone, aloud; A verse of bells takes wing And flies with the cloud. —Alice Meynell.
Half the ills we hoard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 59, 1 June 1927, Page 14
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76CHIMES Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 59, 1 June 1927, Page 14
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