The Tor

It rose up, drawing jaded eye

Prowed needle piercing reverent sky

Its mast becalmed in Avalon

A beacon to the teeming throng

And if its call should summon thee

Good people, awe will bend your knee

 

They craved its magic healing power

And in blind faith they sought this tower

Their restless souls prepared to plead

For succour for their greatest need

And if its light should beckon thee

Good people, here might blind men see

 

They climbed the endless climb of hope

Acknowledging they couldn’t cope

And there they fell prostrate with fear

And urged the Spirit to appear

And if its power should pardon thee

Good people, here might you be free

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