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Bringing back the loft to earth;—
While his heart responfive swells
OLD CHURCH BELLS.
CING out merrily,
Blithe old bells from the fteeple tower.
Moveth the Bride from her maiden bower.
Knell out drearily,
Sad old bells from the fteeple gray.
Paffeth the corpse from the portal to-day.
Toll at the hour of prime,
Matin, and vesper chime,
Loved old bells from the fteeple high-
Floating up, prayer fraught, into the sky.
Brave old bells, on each Sabbath day,
Through clouds and through sadness,
'Tell us life's pleasures with death are still rife,
EAR the fledges with the bells-
What a world of merriment their mel
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
With a crystalline delight;
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so mufically wells
Bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that liftens, while fhe gloats On the moon!
Oh from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells,—
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Hear the loud alarum bells
Brazen bells !
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only fhriek, fhriek,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
With a desperate desire,