The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . dismissed! We shall meet not again !But thoughts of that morning forever will see those old friends as they were to me then,Those innocent girls, and those rolicking boys, 79 I hardly can think they are women and men, Who have finished their books and forgotten their toys. lAIarch. 1883. LIFES BROKEN CHIMES. Once standing in a belfry gray, The chimes above began to play. The whirl of wheels, the deafning peals Went through my head with such a roar As nothing ever had before. Ts this noise made to charm the town?I musing said as I rushed o
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . dismissed! We shall meet not again !But thoughts of that morning forever will see those old friends as they were to me then,Those innocent girls, and those rolicking boys, 79 I hardly can think they are women and men, Who have finished their books and forgotten their toys. lAIarch. 1883. LIFES BROKEN CHIMES. Once standing in a belfry gray, The chimes above began to play. The whirl of wheels, the deafning peals Went through my head with such a roar As nothing ever had before. Ts this noise made to charm the town?I musing said as I rushed off I drew my wonder grew,Where can the boasted music beWhen bells thus clang discordantly ? Beside a stream I later strolled;The sun had set in drifts of gold;A hush profound reigned all in the church a mile awayMet young and old. to praise, and pray. Then floated down the evening air. As angels chanting vesper prayer, Oerwhelming me with melody. Sweet tones, which soothed each care to rest, As nestling babe on mothers Beside the stream 1 later strolled,The sun had set in drifts of gold; The bells of morn now peal again;But, stealing through the wooded glen,Those jarring notes from iron distance blend in one sweet chord,A fitting service to the Lord. ^ly feet, tis true, still pressed the sod,—My heart, my voice were raised to angels bright saw with delightThough of their presence unaware—The morning scoffer bend in prayer. With joy I drank that concord true, And, sighing when the chimes were through: ]\Iy soul was chained, and I remained As if to catch from yonder shore I turned again to that quaint town, Its streets, alone, walked up and down; Saw bliss and woe together fiow; Mid hymns and prayers heard oaths arise; Saw smiles on lips, and tears in eyes. I saw what is not understood;Saw death the useful take, and good;The old abused, the weak misused;Saw right and industry go down;Saw heaven, awhile, on virtue frown. 81 Oh! Mhy, I
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