UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SAN DIEGO 3 1822019547918 OETRY of the JifELLS ^ f COLLECTED BY SAMUEL BATCHKLDER, JR RIVERSIDE PRESS PRINTED IN AID OF THE CAMBRIDGE CHIME BY H. O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY l8 5 8 To call the fold to Church in time. We chime. When joy and mirth are on the wing, We ring. When \ve lament a departed soul, We toll." > L . PAGE Proem. Isabella James 5 The Bell at Sea. Mrs. Hemans 8 The Chimes of England. Arthur C. Ctxe . . . . 10 An Incident of the Fire at Hamburg. Lowell . . 14 Matin Bells. Arthur C. Coxe . 18 The Bells of Shandon. Rev. Francis Mahony . . 21 The Sabbath Bells. Charles Lamb' 23 Carillon. Longfellow 24 Song of the Bell. Longfellow 28 The Cambridge Chime. E. Batchelder ... 30 Old Church Bells. Dublin University Magazine . . 32 The Bells. Edgar A. Poe 34 The Spire of Strasburg Cathedral. Longfellow . . 40 Church Bells. Keble 46 St. Sylvan's Bell. Arthur C. Coxc ...... 51 Godminster Chimes. Lowell 57 A Reverie. From a Friend . 6 1 ^ A x, From " Urania, a Rhymed Lesson." O. IV Holmes . 64 From " In Memoriam, CIV." Tennyson .... 65 Those Evening Bells. Moore 67 From ".The Golden Legend." Longfellow ... 68 From " In Memoriam, XXVIII." Tennyson ... 69 How soft the Music of those Village Bells. Coivpcr 71 L' Knvoi. Editor 72 -0- -V y H&} X \*r" ?- 5 m \^ m W rv^ ? //>, 4r' V y PRC ^(* Y ^A |. S-> ' ^ f-^ ^ -< So^ S ^|>)ROM ROM the square tower, - Heavy and flow, Toll the sad funeral Echoes of woe. Sadly and solemnly roll forth the knell, Firft for the loved one a requiem swell. Sweet was the mufic, Thrilling and low, From lips that once sounded Like water's clear flow A ^ /T />\ A ^^ ' *^ ^5 ' A" lV - /v* j^jj2l ^^fffv^-srlfi ^ M r 5 '<<^ /v -^*t^ yv -^ '^J'Nc'^Ns' 6 - ", Web / ?^i y / <(|> / ^ ^' Throu gh din and disorder and changes ^A w2 y \ f of time, ; ' m y In his heart there was pealing a heav- ^^ S "-v r ?" enly chime. * V y - - , R inrr rrnm tnr* n/^ If ^A 1 . Loudly and clear, Waves of loved harmonies, He cannotrhear; For the voice that once chanted On earth the glad ftrain, Exalted to glory, Repeats it again. Then why {hould he liften To hope's earthly bells ? For all is fruition Where joyful he dwells. Rino- from the tower, O ' Merrily, clear, Over the Bride, Whose vows are made here. Cheerfully, hopefully, wedded in heart, What God joins together no creature (hall part. Ring from the belfry, Gently a peal What time hath in keeping Of woe or of weal For the Infant unconscioufly brought to acquire In waters baptismal the Spirit of fire. Ring out over hill-fide, Chime out over sea, The gospel's glad sound, To the bond and the free; Bid the deaf and the blind and the lame to the feaft, And tell to the nations the tidings of Peace. Isabel/a James. THE BELL AT SEA. HEN the tide's billowy swell ,.' Had reached its height, Then pealed the Rock's lone Bell Sternly by night. % Far over cliff and surge, Swept the deep sound, Making each wild wind's dirge Still more profound. Yet that funereal tone The sailor blefled, Steering through darkness on, With fearless breaft. E'en thus may we, that float On life's wide sea, Welcome each warning note, Stern though it be ! Mrs. llemans. m ibnoi mm THE CHIMES OF ENGLAND. Upon the bells. Zechariah. )HE chimes, the chimes of Moth- erland, Of England green and old, That out from fane and ivied tower A thousand years have tolled ; How glorious muft their mufic be As breaks the hallowed day, And calleth with a seraph's voice A nation up to pray ! Those chimes that tell a thousand tales, Sweet tales of olden time ; '( I J k / I 9 CO 1/U And ring a thousand memories At vesper, and at prime ! At bridal and at burial, For cottager and king, Those chimes those glorious Chriftian chimes, How blefTedly they ring ! The chimes, those chimes of Mother- land, Upon a Chriftmas morn, Outbreaking as the angels did, For a Redeemer born ! How merrily they call afar, To cot and baron's hall, With holly decked and miftletoe, To keep the feftival ! ro , r\iis> rm .T The chimes of England, how they peal From tower and Gothic pile, Where hymn and swelling anthem fill The dim cathedral aisle ; Where windows bathe the holy light "V On prieftly heads that falls, And ftain the florid tracery Of banner-dighted walls ! And then, those Eafter bells, in Spring, Those glorious Eafter chimes ! loyally they hail thee round, ^ueen of holy times ! From hill to hill, like sentinels, Responfively they cry, And fing the rifing of the Lord, ' From vale to mountain high. DC 1 I love ye chimes of Motherland, With all this soul of mine, And bless the Lord that I am sprung Of good old Englifh line : And like a son I fing the lay That England's glory tells ; For (he is lovely to the Lord, For you, ye Chriftian bells ! And heir of her anceftral fame, Though far away my birth, Thee too I love, my Foreft-land, Y The joy of all the earth ; ^ For thine thy mother's voice fhall be, And here where God is King, - With Englim chimes, from Chriftian spires, / The wilderness mail ring. - , P ; AN INCIDENT OF THE FIRE AT HAMBURG. f"T"AHE tower of old Saint Nicholas soared / J. upward to the fkies, . Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the \ growth of centuries ; You could not deem its crowding spires a work of human art, They seemed to ftruggle light ward from a fturdy living heart. j . Not Nature's self more freely speaks in cryftal or t r i \ in oak, Than, through the pious builder's hand, in that gray pile (he spoke ; And as from acorn springs the oak, so, freely and alone, Sprang from his heart this hymn to God, sung in j; obedient ftone. or > -ra ! Never did rock or ftream or tree lay claim with i= ^ better right 15 n I ' ' J A whim of Nature cryftallized flowly in granite tough ; The thick spires yearned towards the fky in quaint, harmonious lines, And in broad sunlight bafked and flept, like a grove of blafted pines. JJ To all the adorning sympathies of fhadow and of light j And, in that foreft petrified, as forefter there dwells Stout Herman, the old sacriftan, sole lord of all . its bells. Surge leaping after surge, the fire roared onward red as blood, Till half of Hamburg lay engulfed beneath the eddying flood ; For miles away, the fiery spray poured down its : , deadly rain, And back and forth the billows sucked, and paused, and burft again. From square to square with tiger leaps rufhed on the luftful fire, The air to leeward fhuddered with the gasps of its defire ; And church and palace, which even now flood whelmed but to the knee, Lift their black roofs like breakers lone amid the [ whirling sea. I Up in his tower old Herman sat and watched with quiet look ; His soul had trufted God too long to be at laft forsook ; r He could not fear, for surely God a pathway would unfold ' Through this red sea for faithful hearts, as once 7 . But scarcely can he cross himself, or on his good saint call, Before the sacrilegious flood o'erleaped the church- yard wall ; And, ere a pater half was said, 'mid smoke and crackling glare, His ifland tower scarce juts its head above the / wide despair. / Upon the peril's desperate peak his heart ftood up sublime ; His firft thought was for God above, his next was for his chime ; '? 11 Sing now and make your voices heard in hymns of praise," cried he, . " As did the Israelites of old, safe walking through the sea! 4t> Through this red sea our God hath made the pathway safe to fhore ; Our promised land (lands full in fight ; fhout now as ne'er before ! " ' f ) l8 . t *; And as the tower came crufhing down, the bells, ' I in clear accord, 4 _ Pealed forth the grand old German hymn, " All : V ( good souls, praise the Lord ! " . - Loivell. , <**> r \ \ } v ' , MATIN BELLS. - ^ I myself will awake right early. Psalter. j ..; : I. &Ji H ' E SUI1 ' S UP betimeS > l ' And the dappled Eaft is blufh- ing, -( , And the merry matin-chimes, '' i They are gufhing Chriftian gufhing ! ; . They are tolling in the tower, / r . For another day begun ; , T And to hail the rifing hour f: . Of a brighter, brighter Sun ! ' " J Rise Chriftian rise ! ^ ,; For a sunfhine brighter far ; r . \ Is breaking o'er thine eyes, ..; ; Than the bonny morning ftar ! , ' ' i \ :; .. a The lark is in the fky, And his morning-note is pouring He hath a wing to fly, So he's soaring Chriftian soarin His neft is on the ground, But only in the night ; For he loves the matin-sound, And the higheft heaven's height. Hark Chriftian Hark ! At heaven-door he fings ! And be thou like the lark, With thy soaring spirit-wings ! The merry matin-bells, In their watch-tower they are swinging ; For the day is o'er the dells, And they're Tinging Chriftian finging ! They have caught the morning beam Through their ivied turret's wreath, And the chancel-window's gleam Is glorious beneath : / v> I & / Go Chriftian go, For the altar flameth there, And the snowy veftments glow, Of the prefbyter at prayer ! F\\ There is morning incense flung From the childlike lily-flowers ; And their fragrant censer swung, Make it ours Chriftian ours ! , I often think of those Shandon bells, ^!^3D-6 Whose sound so wild would, in days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells ; On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee, With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee. I've heard bells chiming full many a clime in, Tolling sublime in Cathedral {hrine, While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate, But all their mufic spoke naught like thine ; For memory dwelling on each proud swelling Of thy belfry knelling its bold notes free, Made the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee. I've heard bells tolling " old Adrian's mole " in, Their thunder rolling from the Vatican, And cymbals glorious swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets of Notre Dame ; But thy sounds were sweeter than the Dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber tolling solemnly, - Oh the bells of Shandon Sound so grand on pleasant waters of the River Lee. J There's a bell in Moscow, while on tower and kiosko In St. Sophia the Turkman gets, And loud in air calls men to prayer From the tapering summit of tall minarets ; Such empty phantom I freely grant them, But there's an anthem more dear to me, 'Tis the bells of Shandon That sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee. Re-~u. Francis Mabony. THE SABBATH BELLS. HE cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, moft like the voice Of one who, from the far-off hills, pro- claims Tidings of good to Zion : chiefly when Their piercing tones fall sudden on the ear Of the contemplant, solitary man, Whom thoughts abstruse or high have chanced to lure Forth from the walks of men, revolving oft, And oft again, hard matter which eludes And baffles his pursuit, thought-fick and tired Of controversy, where no end appears, No clue to his research, the lonely man Half wifhes for society again. Him, thus engaged, the Sabbath bells salute, Sudden ! his heart awakes, his ear drinks in The cheering mufic ; his relenting soul Yearns after all the joys of social life, And softens with the love of human kind. Charles Lamb. iljlulilili.^ N the ancient town of Bruges, T 1 tne quaint old Flemifti city, Ip- As the evening (hades de- scended, Low and loud and sweetly blended, Low at times and loud at times, And changing like a poet's rhymes, Rang the beautiful wild chimes, From the Belfry in the market Of the ancient town of Bruges. Then, with deep sonorous clangor Calmly answering their sweet anger, When the wrangling bells had ended, Slowly ftruck the clock eleven, And, from out the filent heaven, Silence on the town descended. ^A. - -.; 25 A Silence, filence everywhere, On the earth and in the air, Save that footfteps here and there Of some burgher home returning, By the ftreet lamps faintly burning, For a moment woke the echoes Of the ancient town of Bruges. O But amid my broken /lumbers Still I heard those magic numbers, As they loud proclaimed the flight And ftolen marches of the mVht ; O " Till their chimes in sweet collifion Mingled with each wandering vifion, Mingled with the fortune-telling Gipsy-bands of dreams and fancies, Which amid the wafte expanses 4 -*>.<- -f*^- :^> ^\. ^': ~ elF S3 ES\ r >< 1 t m &\ D C Of the filent land of trances Have their solitary dwelling. All else seemed afleep in Bruges, In the quaint old Flemifh city. And I thought how like these chimes Are the poet's airy rhymes, :; All his rhymes and roundelays, His conceits, and songs, and ditties, From the belfry of his brain, Scattered downward, though in vain, On the roofs and ftones of cities ! -> For by night the drowsy ear Under its curtains cannot hear, > And by day men go their ways, Hearing the mufic as they pass, But deeming it no more, alas ! * Than the hollow sound of brass. ) CVv Yet perchance a fleepless wight, Lodging at some humble inn In the narrow lanes of life, When the dufk and hufh of night Shut out the inceflant din Of daylight, and its toil and ftrife, May liften with a calm delight To the poet's melodies, Till he hears, or dreams he hears, Intermingled with the song, Thoughts that he has cherifhed long ; Hears amid the chime and Tinging The bells of his own village ringing, And wakes, and finds his flumberous eyes Wet with moft delicious tears. Thus dreamed I, as by night I lay In Bruges, at the Fleur-de-Ble, - " Liftening with a wild delight To the chimes that, through the night y Rang their changes from the Belfry Of that quaint old Flemifh city. SONG OF THE BELL. From the German. ELL ! thou soundeft merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie ! Bell ! thou soundeft solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie ! Bell ! thou soundeft merrily ; Telleft thou at evening, J:,., ~^f CTi o Bedtime draweth nigh ! Bell ! thou soundeft mournfully Telleft thou the bitter Parting hath gone by ! Say ! how canft thou mourn ? How canft thou rejoice ? Thou art but metal dull ! And yet all our sorrowings, And all our rejoicings, Thou doft feel them all ! God hath wonders many, Which we cannot fathom, Placed within thy form ! When the heart is finking, Thou alone canft raise it, Trembling in the ftonn ! Longfellonv. : :-^e-:4^ i ^^ s ' f 1 ) I s I :> - , ] THE CAMBRIDGE CHIME. - - ) \ y l^jftK&TU DENTS rowing on the river, t < Ij^M Brilliant clubs in blue and white, ( - - Lay upon their oars to liften '( \ To the mufic of the bells ; Y - 1 While the waves beneath them quiver r In the sunset's golden light, I -i r And the bubbles dance and gliften \ 1 Far behind them, gay and bright, ; ! u While their song responfive swells i - - To the mufic of the bells. ( V Y Hark ! upon some Class-Day morning, i T ' 1 Gayeft day of all the year, ! - ( Glorioufly we hear them ringing ( - 1 Out " Fair Harvard," loud and clear ; < ; Then, when round " the tree " entwining 'V I r All Fair Harvard's sons mall ftand, \ v ' \ / While the sun's laft.ray is mining '5 r V ' j \ P * "> ^ 3i fr On the academic band, ; Auld Lang Syne " fhall flowly sound, And the ftudent chorus swells To the mufic of the bells. V jl Many a maid fhall, sweetly dreaming, Walk around our ancient town, And, her eyes with pleasure beaming, Hear some merry marriage peal From the belfry floating down Gently o'er her senses fteal ; See the Bride in bright array Gayly drive from church away, While each heart responfive swells To the mufic of the bells. Homeward, toward his Alma Mater, Turns the son in after years, And, with heart and look sedater, Views each scene which reappears Peopled with familiar faces, Voiceful with remembered mirth, Swift the vanifhed paft retraces, 32 j Bringing back the loft to earth ; ) Then descends the soothing chime, As in that delightful time, While his heart responfive swells To the mufic of the bells. E. Batcbelder. OLD CHURCH BELLS. out merrily, Loudly, cheerily, Blithe old bells from the fteeple tower. Hopefully, fearfully, Joyfully, tearfully, Moveth the Bride from her maiden bower. Cloud there is none in the fair summer fky ; Sunftiine flings benison down from on high ; Children fing loud, as the train moves along, " Happy the Bride that the sun fhineth on." Knell out drearily, Measured and wearily, Sf 1 4 Sad old bells from the fteeple gray. Priefts chanting lowly ; Solemnly, flowly, Pafleth the corpse from the portal to-day. Drops from the laden clouds heavily fall Drippingly over the plume and the pall ; Murmur old folk, as the train moves along, " Happy the dead that the rain raineth on." Toll at the hour of prime, Matin, and vesper chime, Loved old bells from the fteeple high Rolling, like holy waves, Over the lowly graves, Floating up, prayer fraught, into the fky. Solemn the leflbn your lighteft notes teach ; Stern is the preaching your iron tongues preach Ringing in life from the bud to the bloom, Ringing the dead to their reft in the tomb. Peal out evermore Peal as ye pealed of yore, 90S r^lfr tin :*? Brave old bells, on each Sabbath day, In sunfhine and gladness, Through clouds and through sadness, Bridal and burial have both pafled away. Tell us life's pleasures with death are ftill rife, Tell us that death ever leadeth to life ; Life is our labor, and death is our reft, If happy the living, the dead are the bleft. Dublin University Magazine. THE BELLS. EAR the fledges with the bells Silver bells What a world of merriment their mel- ody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the ftars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle t A 35 ^a * % > - With a cryftalline delight ; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, Pfi To the tintinnabulation that so mufically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells Y From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. ^ Hear the mellow wedding bells, Ijj^ Golden bells ! ^ f:^ 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, ' i And all in tune, 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 gufh of euphony voluminoufly wells How it swells ! How it dwells Y^:.:-. Y - On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bell?, 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 ! In the ftartled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only fhriek, fhriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expoftulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate defire, And a resolute endeavor, Now now to fit or never, ^K Yet the ear diftin&ly tells 37 By the fide of the pale-faced moon Oh the bells, bells, bells ! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair ! How they clang and clafh and roar ! What a horror they outpour 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 ; In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger finks and swells, By the finking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor and the clangor of the bells ! Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells ! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels ! In the filence of the night, ( How we fhiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the ruft within their throats Is a groan And the people ah the people They that dwell up in the fteeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a ftone 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, ( 39 A pean 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 pean 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, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. Edgar A. Poe. K THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL. Night and j/orw. LUCIFER, ow/A /*< Powers of * * l O'' a S to tear oiun the Cross. Y^ A Throng in legions to protect it ; LUCIFER \/O\V Lower ! lower ! \. Hover downward ! Seize the loud, vociferous bells, and Claming, clanging, to the pavement Hurl them from their windy tower! VOICES. All thy thunders Here are harmless ! For these bells have been anointed, 6 And baptized with holy water! They defy our utmoft power. THE BELLS. Defun&os ploro ! Peftem fugo ! Fefta decoro ! LUCIFER. Shake the casements ! Break the painted ^ VX Panes, that flame with gold and crim- Funera plango ! Fulgora frango ! Sabbata pango ! Ot LUCIFER. Ek Aim your lightnings At the oaken, Maflive, iron-ftudded portals ! Sack the House of God, and scatter ', Wide the afhes of the dead ! O, we cannot! The Apoftles And the Martyrs, wrapped in mantles, Stand as wardens at the entrance, Stand as sentinels o'erhead ! THE BELLS. Excito lentos ! Diffipo ventos ! Paco cruentos! LUCIFER. Baffled! baffled! Inefficient, Craven spirits! leave this labor Unto Time, the great Deftroyer ! Come away, ere night is gone ! VOICES. Onward ! onward ! - 4. 4 I |T^ ;,- 4? >" ^ . Over field and farm and foreft, Lonely homeftead, darksome hamlet, Blighting all we breathe upon ! I They sweep a'way. Organ and Gregorian Chant. "^ / No And the motherly hand so fair, That led him along through the churchyard mounds, And made him kneel down to prayer. And now did an organ's peal break out, And the bell-notes died away : And a holy Bimop, in robes, was there, And priefts in their white array. And I heard a voice go up the nave, And the priefts, responding plain ; " Lift up your heads, ye gates " they said., " For the King of Glory's train ! " And I could not but weep, for I knew, on high, The Saviour had afked of GOD, That the utmoft lands might all be his, And the ground whereon I trod ; V And I blefled the good LORD, that here at length 0*^0- jOi ~J-^f ~-' _'_^ His own true heralds came, To challenge for CHRIST his heritage, And hallow it with His Name. Now pray with me, that ever there St. Sylvan's bell may ring, And the yeoman brave, with their chil- dren all, The praise of the Saviour fing : And pray ye ftill, that, further weft, The song of the bell may sound, Till the land, from sea to sea, is bleft, And the world is holy ground. Arthur C. Coxe. > GODMINSTER CHIMES. w I511ODMINSTER ! is it Fancy's \ jyM i3(ci * ?|W la ? l3ij I know not, but the word Sings in my heart, nor can I say I dreamed the name, or heard ; Yet fragrant in my mind it clings As bloflbms after rain, And builds of half-remembered things This vifion in my brain. Through aifles of long-drawn centuries My spirit walks in thought, And to that symbol lifts its eyes Which God's own pity wrought ; From Calvary (bines the altar's gleam, The Church's eaft is there, The ages one great minfter seem That throbs with praise and prayer. And, all the way from Calvary down, The carven pavement fhows Their graves who won the martyr's crown And safe in God repose ; The saints of many a warring creed, Who now in heaven have learned That all paths to the Father lead Where Self the feet have spurned. And as the myftic aifles I pace, By aureoled workmen built, Lives ending at the Cross I trace Alike through grace and guilt j 1 One Mary bathes the blefled feet jpij* With ointment from her eyes, ' ' I A Uol l -' )| 7 With spikenard one, and both are sweet, For both are sacrifice. ; Moravian hymn and Roman chant In one devotion blend To speak the soul's eternal want Of Him, the inmoft friend ; One prayer soars cleansed with martyr- fire > One hoarse with fmner's tears ; In heaven both plain with one defire, And God one mufic hears. am! While thus I dream, the bells clam out ^ Upon the Sabbath air, -DC 6o Each seems a selfifh faith to fhout, A hoftile form of prayer ; My dream is mattered, yet who knows 4 But in that heaven so near, This discord into mufic flows In God's atoning ear ? oo O, chime of blefTed Charity, f \ f Tis filence all, and with the wind The song has floated by. But hark ! there is a trembling note, That in the diftance seems to float, Like far-off echoes of the ftrain, It kindles, it revives again, The diftant sounds approach more nigh, And all once more is harmony. The bells which peal from that old tower Have been baptized with holy rite, For that alone would give the power Such solemn feelings to excite. There is a cadence in the tone That speaks of other worlds alone, For sure no voice of earthly song Could to those trembling notes belong, 1 But tears ftill follow as they breathe along. O. W. Holmes. FROM "IN MEMORIAM, CIV." ING out wild bells to the wild fky, ^T\ The flying cloud, the frofty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true. J Ring out the grief that saps the mind, ( For those that here we see no more ; 9 66 Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a flowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party ftrife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the fin, The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minftrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic flander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old fhapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing luft of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. s- p Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Chrift that is to be. Tennyson. THOSE EVENING BELLS. JHOSE evening bells ! those evening bells ! How many a tale their mufic tells, Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, When laft I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are paft away ; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will ftill ring on, While other bards mail walk these dells, And fing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore. FROM "THE GOLDEN LEGEND." )OR the bells themselves are the beft of preachers ; Their brazen lips are learned teachers, From their pulpits of ftone, in the upper air, Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw, Shriller than trumpets under the Law, Now a sermon and now a prayer. The clangorous hammer is the tongue, This way, that way, beaten and swung, That from mouth of brass, as from Mouth of Gold, May be taught the Teftaments, New and Old. And above it the great crofT-beam of wood Representeth the Holy Rood, Upon which, like the bell, our hopes are hung. And the wheel wherewith it is swayed and rung Is the mind of man, that round and round . . - I , - > } f ^^ *^*r-^ *^*t~f* o / : : Sways, and maketh the tongue to sound ! And the rope, with its twifted cordage three, Denoteth the Scriptural Trinity Of Morals, and Symbols, and Hiftory ; And the upward and downward motions {how That we touch upon matters high and low ; And the conftant change and transmutation Of action and of contemplation, Downward, the Scripture brought from on high, Upward, exalted again to the fky ; Downward, the literal interpretation, Upward, the Vifion and Myftery ! Longfellow. FROM "IN MEMORIAM, XXVIII." time draws near the birth of Chrift : moon is hid ; the night is ftill j The Chriftmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mift. T 70 Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were fhut between me and the sound : Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace and good-will, good-will and peace, Peace and good-will, to all mankind. This year I flept and woke with pain, I almoft wifhed no more to wake. i y And that my hold on life would break. ' . Before I heard those bells again : M But they my troubled spirit rule, f For they controlled me when a boy ; They bring me sorrow touched with joy, The merry, merry bells of Yule. \ 5r HOW SOFT THE MUSIC OF THOSE VILLAGE BELLS. )OW soft the mufic of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder ftill, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory flept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains. Such comprehenfive views the spirit takes, That in a few fhort moments I retrace (As in a map the voyager his course) The windings of my way through many years. Coivper. S when the fturdy ringers, spent at laft, Forsake the heated ropes, and all around Collect in liftening groups, what time the sound j; \ Of harmonies aerial is caft In one completed cadence, far and faft Across the dark, or thro' the hufh profound Of early dawning, deftly interwound With waking bird-note, " night is overpaft ; " So nave we heard the various descant rung From many a poet's heart, (like ivied towers Vocal within, if seeming cold and dull,) And now their tales are told, their songs are sung, Prolonged vibrations on our thoughtful hours Are chiming yet, divinely mufical ! University of California SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY 405 Hilgard Avenue, Los Angeles, CA 90024-1388 Return this material to the library from which it was borrowed. A 000 407 622 lp IliiHwBMinl iKJiSj^SSSSsiSi