Poem: Hallowed Bell

The ringing of the hallowed bell
—O hear how marvelous the swell—
the peeling of that sacred knell—
I hear and know what it foretells.

Though we may turn away the eye,
we know that all who live will die,
but even dead we know we try.

So hear the yonder steeple ring,
and learn to lift your voice and sing.

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