. The Winchester record . ad got much speed on, the engine ran off the track,dragging with it the tender and one of the passenger-carshalf-way, in consequence of the switch being wrong. Noone was injured. olO Tlie Winchester Record. OUR VILLAGE BELL. BY B. H. STANTON. I HEAR its voice move softly throngli Tlie silent night,When talking to itself of the flightOf time, and how it ever flew!To careless ears its words neer change; But O how strangeTheir meaning to my own; its chime,The heart-beat of expiring time! And when the holy Sabbath conies, In solemn mood,To lead our thoughts from earth to
. The Winchester record . ad got much speed on, the engine ran off the track,dragging with it the tender and one of the passenger-carshalf-way, in consequence of the switch being wrong. Noone was injured. olO Tlie Winchester Record. OUR VILLAGE BELL. BY B. H. STANTON. I HEAR its voice move softly throngli Tlie silent night,When talking to itself of the flightOf time, and how it ever flew!To careless ears its words neer change; But O how strangeTheir meaning to my own; its chime,The heart-beat of expiring time! And when the holy Sabbath conies, In solemn mood,To lead our thoughts from earth to God,I hear its voice of silvry chimesFloat thiough the air. It seems to say: ■ Come up and pray,That every heart may know its God;And knowing, bend and kiss His rod! When deaths hand seals another soul. Its iron tongueBetween its iron lips is swungTo soothe us with its solemn roll!Oh, may its sympathetic toll Upon my soulEver vibrate, with a melancholy swelling-Of the eternal city evei telling! Winchester, May 12,
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