Rings forth in song at the moments that God as His sentinels ordered;
Now we are one with the jet-wingéd night and the cloud-mantled sunrise.”
...
“Thus do we call to you,
Bells of the centuries, mellowed with yearning and joy o’er the ages.
These be our secrets that charm each new listener back to life’s pages
Men scrawled out in blood and carousel, love and the brine of the north wind.”
MORRIS TYLER.