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spirit_magis poem

Spirit Bells

Loud and clear,
From the St. Nicholas' tower on the listnening ear,
with solemn swell,
the deep toned bell,
Flings to the gale, a funeral knell,
And Hark! at its sound,
as a cunning old hound,
When he opens, at once causes all young people whelps,
Of the cry to put in their less dignified yelps,
so; the little bells all,
No matter how small,
From the steeples inside and outside the wall,
With bell-metal throat,
Respond to the note,
And join the lament that a prelate so pious is
forced thus to leave his disconsolate diocese,
or, as blios' lord may'r
Is heard to declare,
"Should leave this here world for to go to that there."