| | | THE SABBATH bells are ringing | | | With clear and cheerful notes, | | | And from the steeple springing, | | | Far off the music floats. | | | | | To yonder mountain reaches, | 5 | | The ever rising strain, | | | And Echo’s dying speeches | | | Repeat it o’er again. | | | | | The summer woodlands filling, | | | The solemn cadence rolls, | 10 | | And through the leaves is thrilling | | | Like soft, pulsating souls. | | | | | The air with rippling motion, | | | Aeolian answer gives, | | | And like a trembling ocean, | 15 | | Its outspread bosom heaves. | | | | | The far horizon sweeping, | | | Each tone majestic swells, | | | And all the world is leaping | | | Beneath the sounding bells. | 20 | | | | ’Tis solemn, yet ’tis cheerful, | | | A clear and pleasant voice. | | | That bids the sad and tearful | | | Be hopeful and rejoice. | | | | | Let Sabbath morns unclouded | 25 | | Still hear these tones of peace. | | | For earth with woe is shrouded | | | When Sabbath bells shall cease. | | | |
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