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a The city lay beneath a dome Of shadows thick and dim , — ^ He thought of Ms stern master s nome , And shook in ev ' ry limb . « No there he never more would go , Th still to
feel' oppressor , Just then , the merry bells of Bow Rang forth a g ladsome peal . " Their music came upon the wind , But never till that time , _ Upon the truant ' s soften'd mind , With half so sweet a chime .
" They call me back ! I hear each word—They call me—oh , how plain !—I hear , if ever yet I heard— _ _ They cry— ' turn—turn again ! " And shouting thus , with jocund face And feet as swift as wings—He homeward runs Ms happy race , While still the music rings .
" And as he thro' the twilight goes , The little fairy horde Prop hetic—act the civic shews That wait on London s Lord . " The truant died , an honour'tl knight , And left a name on earth with light
Still shining a starry , For deeds of gallant worth . — « But ere he died , this home he gave To shelter helpless age A resting-p lace before the grave-To ease life ' s latest stage .
' " And many hundred years are gone , — And millions since are dead , — Yet , still the good deed hg hts upon The old man ' s living head 1
And this the pow ' r-the triumph , all may gain , ToleUn woe-to med ' cine future pain . Tho'pass' away , and mingled with the dust , i ^^ oSe hurft B £ Bi^^^^^
r-K^e^^S^' A cruise of oil , a measure hill ot com . o O VOL , III .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Original ? We Believe Not, And For This ...
a The city lay beneath a dome Of shadows thick and dim , — ^ He thought of Ms stern master s nome , And shook in ev ' ry limb . « No there he never more would go , Th still to
feel' oppressor , Just then , the merry bells of Bow Rang forth a g ladsome peal . " Their music came upon the wind , But never till that time , _ Upon the truant ' s soften'd mind , With half so sweet a chime .
" They call me back ! I hear each word—They call me—oh , how plain !—I hear , if ever yet I heard— _ _ They cry— ' turn—turn again ! " And shouting thus , with jocund face And feet as swift as wings—He homeward runs Ms happy race , While still the music rings .
" And as he thro' the twilight goes , The little fairy horde Prop hetic—act the civic shews That wait on London s Lord . " The truant died , an honour'tl knight , And left a name on earth with light
Still shining a starry , For deeds of gallant worth . — « But ere he died , this home he gave To shelter helpless age A resting-p lace before the grave-To ease life ' s latest stage .
' " And many hundred years are gone , — And millions since are dead , — Yet , still the good deed hg hts upon The old man ' s living head 1
And this the pow ' r-the triumph , all may gain , ToleUn woe-to med ' cine future pain . Tho'pass' away , and mingled with the dust , i ^^ oSe hurft B £ Bi^^^^^
r-K^e^^S^' A cruise of oil , a measure hill ot com . o O VOL , III .