I said—and like a thrill,
Over the hills, and over the dells,
I heard your music, bells, sweet bells!
LXXXI.
I knew from earth it must arise;
’Tis always Sunday in the skies,
And save on earth, there is no where
That spirits need a call to prayer.
The bells, the bells, the same old chime!
It brought me back to childhood’s time;