Poetry of the bells, . IPf^^S^^P^. IM w <w i J T y* ^ ? ( mVsnX AN INCIDENT OF THE FIRE AT HAMBURG. 4 THE tower of old Saint Nicholas soaredupward to the fkies,* Like some huge piece of Natures make, the growth of centuries ; 4 You could not deem its crowding spires a work 1 of human art,They seemed to ftruggle lightward from a fturdyliving heart. k Not Natures self more freely speaks in cryftal or in oak,Than, through the pious builders hand, in that gray pile fhe spoke ;And as from acorn springs the oak, so, freely and alone, r Sprang from his heart this hymn to God, sung in £ obedient ft
Poetry of the bells, . IPf^^S^^P^. IM w <w i J T y* ^ ? ( mVsnX AN INCIDENT OF THE FIRE AT HAMBURG. 4 THE tower of old Saint Nicholas soaredupward to the fkies,* Like some huge piece of Natures make, the growth of centuries ; 4 You could not deem its crowding spires a work 1 of human art,They seemed to ftruggle lightward from a fturdyliving heart. k Not Natures self more freely speaks in cryftal or in oak,Than, through the pious builders hand, in that gray pile fhe spoke ;And as from acorn springs the oak, so, freely and alone, r Sprang from his heart this hymn to God, sung in £ obedient ftone. ?\j r v -?*- s— .—s ^ y,—s^&r —^ ^ y~ y\<r\f^\) ^g^g^-j^fe^^^^S*^^^^ ^L g^S^ 15 It seemed a wondrous freak of chance, so perfect, yet so rough,A whim of Nature cryftallized flowly in granite tough ;The thick spires yearned towards the iky in quaint, harmonious lines,And in broad sunlight bafked and flept, like a grove of blafted pines. Never did rock or ftream or tree lay cla
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