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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bega</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM the clouded belfry calling,<br>Hear my soft ascending swells;<br>Hear my notes like swallows falling;<br>I am Bega, least of bells.<br>When great Turkeful rolls and rings<br>All the storm-touched turret swings,<br>Echoing battle, loud and long.<br>When great Tatwin wakening roars<br>To the far-off shining shores,<br>All the seamen know his song.<br>I am Bega, least of bells:<br>In my throat my message swells.<br>I with all the winds a-thrill,<br>Murmuring softly, murmuring still,<br>'God around me, God above me,<br>God to guard me, God to love me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am Bega, least of bells,<br>Weaving wonder, wind-born spells.<br>High above the morning mist,<br>Wreathed in rose and amethyst,<br>Still the dreams of music float<br>Silver from my silver throat,<br>Whispering beauty, whispering peace.<br>When great Tatwin's golden voice<br>Bids the listening land rejoice, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When great Turkeful rings and rolls<br>Thunder down to trembling souls,<br>Then my notes like curlews flying,<br>Lifting, falling, sinking, sighing,<br>Softly answer, softly cease.<br>I with all the airs at play<br>Murmuring sweetly, murmuring say,<br>'God around me, God above me,<br>God to guard me, God to love me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</a><div class=q>
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Hear my soft ascending swells;
Hear my notes like swallows falling;
I am Bega, least of bells.
When great Turkeful rolls and rings
All the storm-touched turret swings,
Echoing battle, loud and long.
When great Tatw..."></div>
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