OXFORD BELLS.
Always the ghost of these will wake agaiu, When other bells have clamoured and been still— Nowhere are bells that half so sweetly fill The shaken tower, the drifting flaws of rain— Of myriad sounds these only will remain. Even waters poured all night under a mill May be forgot, but on a distant hill, When carillons die out across the plain There will come back some morning's purity Of tells, peal after peal of silver song, Magdalen’s sweet tune, or the tumultous chimes Of all the bells on some high noon in glee The tell of Christ's, tolling its hundred times.
—Sister Maris Stella, in an exchange.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3961, 11 February 1930, Page 63
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110OXFORD BELLS. Otago Witness, Issue 3961, 11 February 1930, Page 63
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