“That, ev’ry month, the bell should toll,
“For pray’rs to save her Husband’s soul—
“I shall forget it, never!”
While thus he spoke, the Baron’s eye
Look’d inward on his soul:
For He the masses ne’er had said—
No lamps, their quiv’ring light had shed,
No bell, been taught to toll!
And yet, the bell did toll, self-mov’d;
And sickly lamps were gleaming;