Poetry of the bells, . ^T^-^V7!-^ N^C< _^^ -M. ^ XQ\ L ENVOI. when the fturdy ringers, spent at laft,I Forsake the heated ropes, and all aroundCollect in liftening groups, what time the soundOf harmonies aerial is caftIn one completed cadence, far and faftAcross the dark, or thro the hum profoundOf early dawning, deftly interwoundWith waking bird-note, night is overpaft;-—So nave we heard the various descant rungFrom many a poets heart, (like ivied towersVocal within, if seeming cold and dull,)—And now their tales are told, their songs are sung,Prolonged vibrations on our thoughtful hoursAr

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Poetry of the bells, . ^T^-^V7!-^ N^C< _^^ -M. ^ XQ\ L ENVOI. when the fturdy ringers, spent at laft,I Forsake the heated ropes, and all aroundCollect in liftening groups, what time the soundOf harmonies aerial is caftIn one completed cadence, far and faftAcross the dark, or thro the hum profoundOf early dawning, deftly interwoundWith waking bird-note, night is overpaft;-—So nave we heard the various descant rungFrom many a poets heart, (like ivied towersVocal within, if seeming cold and dull,)—And now their tales are told, their songs are sung,Prolonged vibrations on our thoughtful hoursAre chiming yet, divinely mufical! & v ^^~ ? = ••?:•?>:. jfrBlfffffTHBTO LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 111111111111111111*1 0 021 100 748 5

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