The Clock-Tower Bell.
Say not, sad bell, another hour hath come, Bare for the record of a world of crime; Toll, rather, friend, the end of hideous Time, Wherein we bloom, live, die, yet have no home! Bell, laurels would we o'er thy pulsing twine, And sing thee songs of triumph with glad tears, If to the warring of our haggard years Thy clang should herald peace along the line!
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