Read well, think well, learn well, do well,
In haste exclaims the scholars’ bell.
In stout hands, jangling as it fell,
Near a white apron rang a bell.
Its tones are sounds that all may know,
It gives the languid pulse a glow,
It tinkles, jingles, rings and sings,
And talks of sweet and savory things,
The roast, the broil and on the shell,
It is the dinner bell, “sweet-bell.”