THE BELL IN THE TOWER.
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Oh, while I listen my whole soul bows,
Paying her vows,
And folly fleeth with sinful fear
As those clear bell-strokes fall on my ear.
Paying her vows,
And folly fleeth with sinful fear
As those clear bell-strokes fall on my ear.
For not more solemn the holy chimes
In other times
That help the faithful to pray aright,
And put the spirits of air to flight.
In other times
That help the faithful to pray aright,
And put the spirits of air to flight.
And ever, ever would I be near
Daily to hear,
Daily and nightly, in work or rest,
The voice that pierces and soothes my breast.
Daily to hear,
Daily and nightly, in work or rest,
The voice that pierces and soothes my breast.
