Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, In the clamor and the clangor of the bells! Hear the tolling of the bells- What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! 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— And who tolling, tolling, tolling, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone- And their king it is who tolls; A paean from the bells! With the paean of the bells! To the paean of the bells- Keeping time, time, time, To the rolling of the bells- To the tolling of the bells, To the moaning and the groaning of the bells! THE BIBLE -Edgar Allan Poe Holy Bible, Book Divine OLY Bible, book divine, HOLY Precious treasure, thou art mine; Mine to tell me whence I came, Mine to teach me what I am. Mine to chide me when I rove, Mine to comfort in distress, Mine to tell of joys to come, Precious treasure, thou art mine. -John Burton Sir Walter Scott's Tribute The great Sir Walter Scott wrote: 7ITHIN this awful volume lies "W The mystery of mysteries: To whom their God has given grace My Mother's Bible THIS THIS Book is all that's left me now- With faltering lip and throbbing brow For many generations past My mother's hands this Bible clasped, Ah! well do I remember those Whose names these records bear; And speak of what these pages said My father read this holy Book To brothers, sisters, dear: How calm was my poor mother's look, What thronging memories come! Again the little group is met The truest friend man ever knew, When all were false, I found thee true, My counselor and guide. The mines of earth no treasures give That could this volume buy; In teaching me the way to live, It taught me how to die! -George P. Morris A Home Without a Bible 1 WHAT (Abridged) HAT is home without a Bible? What is home without a Bible? For the body is provided, But the soul is never fed. What is home without a Bible? MERRIL Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Copyright by Charles D. Meigs. Used by permission of Meigs Publishing Co., Indianapolis. From "Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant." By special permission of D. Appleton & Company. |