The Ouse at Olney
Oh God the Olney Hymns abound
With words of Grace which Thou didst choose,
And wet the elm above the hedge
Reflected in the winding Ouse.
Pour in my soul unemptied floods
That stand between the slopes of clay,
Till deep beyond a deeper depth
This Olney day is any day
John Betjeman
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Taken on Wednesday May 3, 2023
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Posted on Wednesday May 3, 2023
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Marek Ewjan Stachows… said:
friendly greetings → Marek-Ewjan
William Sutherland said:
Admired in: www.ipernity.com/group/tolerance
Isisbridge said:
Howard Somerville replied to Isisbridge:
Isisbridge replied to Howard Somerville:
Well seen!
Boro said:
Howard Somerville replied to Isisbridge:
Studley said:
We’ll have a bite and a natter
The organ’s sound doth lift one’s heart
And chewy is the Bakewell tart.
Isisbridge replied to Studley:
For Bakewell lies not on the Ouse.
The only tarts found here in Bucks
Are MK floozies wanting...
(Shucks! Can't fink of that last rhyme)
Howard Somerville replied to Isisbridge:
An organ will lift her heart
And thus she chooses
To go where the Ouse is.
Howard Somerville replied to Isisbridge:
Isisbridge replied to Howard Somerville:
What could be grander than having a gander
At chicks from the sticks who are seeking their kicks?
John Lawrence said:
John Lawrence said:
www.ipernity.com/group/churches and all religious buildings