Till we shall hear your voices mild and winning

Steal through our doubt and discord, as outswells

At fiercest noon, above a city’s dinning,

The chiming music of cathedral bells:

Music that lifts the thought from trodden places

And coarse confusions that around us lie,

Up to the calm of high cloud-silvered spaces,

Where the tall spire points through the soundless sky.

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.