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HOW slowly creeps the hand of Time	A
On the old clock s green mantled face	B
Yea slowly as those ivies climb	A
The hours roll round with patient pace	B
The drowsy rooks caw on the tower	C
The tame doves hover round and round	D
Below the slow grass hour by hour	C
Makes green God s sleeping ground	D
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All moves but nothing here is swift	E
The grass grows deep the green boughs shoot	F
From east to west the shadows drift	E
The earth feels heavenward underfoot	G
The slow stream through the bridge doth stray	H
With water lilies on its marge	I
And slowly pil d with scented hay	H
Creeps by the silent barge	I
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All stirs but nothing here is loud	J
The cushat broods the cuckoo cries	K
Faint far up under a white cloud	J
The lark trills soft to earth and skies	K
And underneath the green graves rest	L
And through the place with slow footfalls	K
With snowy cambric on his breast	L
The old gray Vicar crawls	K
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And close at hand to see him come	M
Clustering at the playground gate	N
The urchins of the schoolhouse dumb	M
And bashful hang the head and wait	N
The little maidens curtsey deep	O
The boys their forelocks touch meanwhile	P
The Vicar sees them half asleep	O
And smiles a sleepy smile	P
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Slow as the hand on the clock s face	K
Slow as the white cloud in the sky	Q
He cometh now with tottering pace	K
To the old vicarage hard by	Q
Smother d it stands in ivy leaves	K
Laurels and yews make dark the ground	D
The swifts that build beneath the eaves	K
Wheel in still circles round	D
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And from the portal green and dark	R
He glances at the church clock old	S
Gray soul why seek his eyes to mark	R
The creeping of that finger cold	S
He cannot see but still as stone	T
He pauses listening for the chime	A
And hears from that green tower intone	T
The eternal voice of Time	A

William Cosmo Monkhouse

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