Poetry of the bells, . ungFrom 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. •_B3^3 To call the fold to Church in time,We chime. When joy and mirth are en the wing,We ring. When we lament a departed soul,We toll.

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