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St. Bototlph's Town! Hither across the plains / And fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere, / There came a Saxon monk, and founded here / A Priory, pillaged by marauding Danes, / So that thereof no vestige now remains; / Only a name, that, spoken loud and clear, / And echoed in another hemisphere, / Survives the sculptured walls and painted panes. / St. Botolph's Town! Far over leagues of land / And leagues of sea looks forth its noble tower, / And far around the chiming bells are heard; / So may that sacred name forever stand / A landmark, and a symbol of the power, / That lies concentred in a single word.