Poetry of the bells, . I Go—Chriftian-—go, For the altar flameth there,And the snowy veftments glow5 Of the prefbyter at prayer ! There is morning incense flung From the childlike lily-flowers ;And their fragrant censer swung, Make it ours-r-Chriftian—ours !And hark, our Mothers hymn, And the organ-peals we love !They sound like cherubim At their orisons above !Pray-^—Chriftian-—-pray, At the bonny peep of dawn,Ere the dewdrop and the sprav That chriften it, are gone ! Arthur C. Coxe, i Vv 1 O I T.

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