THE BELL.
1.
A stormy night, the foaming waves,
In crested might, the good ship braves;
She seeks in vain the rest she craves,
Surging o’er dead seamen’s graves,
While still is heard, o’er tempest’s swell,
Thy low deep tones, O! warning bell.
2.
THE BELL.
1.
A stormy night, the foaming waves,
In crested might, the good ship braves;
She seeks in vain the rest she craves,
Surging o’er dead seamen’s graves,
While still is heard, o’er tempest’s swell,
Thy low deep tones, O! warning bell.
2.