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Tennyson's Cathedral

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Above fair Lincoln city

Atop a steep stepped hill

Stands the fine cathedral

To faithful beacon still

Outside a flash of poppies

Inside a timeless calm

Peace to soothe a troubled mind

And for the soul God's balm

Through lofty stained glass windows

The sunlight filters in

To where the choir rehearses

A chosen Sunday hymn

As music from the organ

Slowly, surely swells

And high up in the belfry

The hours are marked with bells

Tennyson beyond the walls

Alongside favourite hound

While falcons watch from up on high

Here poetry is found.

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