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Leaping higher! higher! higher!
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavour

Now, now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.

Oh, the bells, bells, bells!

What a tale their terror tells
Of despair!

How they clang, and clash, and roar !
What a horror they out-pour

On the bosom of the palpitating air!-
Yet the ear it fully knows,

By the twanging

And the clanging,

How the danger ebbs and flows;

Yet the ear distinctly tells,

In the jangling

And the wrangling,

How the danger sinks and swells,

By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the

bells

Of the bells

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—

In the clamour and the clangour of the bells!

IV.

Hear the tolling of the bells

Iron bells!

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels !

In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.

And the people-ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,

And who tolling, tolling, tolling,—
In that muffled monotone,

Feel a glory in so rolling

On the human heart a stone,

They are neither man nor woman—
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:

And their king it is who tolls;

And he rolls, rolls, rolls,

Rolls

A pæan from the bells;
And his merry bosom swells

With the pean of the bells;
And he dances and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the pæan of the bells-
Of the bells:

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the throbbing of the bells

Of the bells, bells, bells

To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,

As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,

To the rolling of the bells—
Of the bells, bells, bells—

To the tolling of the bells—
Bells, bells, bells-

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells—

To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

EDGAR ALLAN POE.

"SPEAK GENTLY."

SPEAK gently! it is better far

To rule by love than fear;
Speak gently! let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here.

Speak gently! love doth whisper low.
The vows that true hearts bind,
And gently friendship's accents flow-
Affection's voice is kind.

Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain ;

Teach it in accents soft and mild;
It may not long remain.'

Speak gently to the young, for they

Will have enough to bear;

Pass through this life as best they may, 'Tis full of anxious care.

Speak gently to the aged one,-
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run :
Let such in peace depart.

Speak gently, kindly to the poor,
Let no harsh tone be heard,
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word.

Speak gently to the erring-know They must have toiled in vain ; Perchance unkindness made them so: Oh, win them back again!

Speak gently! He who gave his life
To bend man's stubborn will,
When elements were fierce in strife,

Said to them, "Peace! be still.”

Speak gently! 'tis a little thing,
Dropp'd in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy that it may bring
Eternity shall tell.

ANONYMOUS.

TRUST IN GOD AND DO THE RIGHT.

COURAGE, brother, do not stumble,
Though thy path be dark as night;
There's a star to guide the humble :—
"Trust in God, and do the right!

Let the road be rough and dreary,
And its end far out of sight,
Foot it bravely! strong or weary,
"Trust in God, and do the right!

Perish "policy" and cunning!

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Perish all that fears the light!
Whether losing, whether winning,
"Trust in God, and do the right!"

Trust no party, sect, or faction;

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Trust no "leaders in the fight;

But in every word and action

"Trust in God, and do the right!

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