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From ostentation as from weakness free,
BELLS. Your flock, assembled by the bells, Encircle you to hear with reverence. Shakspere.
Get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself, And bid the merry bells ring to thy ear, That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Jangled they have and jarred,
They seem not now the same.
Herbert. The humble records of my life to search,
I have not herded with mere pagan beasts,
And sometimes I have "sat at good men's feasts,” And I have been where bells have knolled to church.
Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells, When on the undulating ear they swim!
Now loud as welcomes! faint now as farewells!
And trembling all about the breezy dells, As fluttered by the wings of cherubim; Meanwhile the bees are chanting a low hymn, And lost to sight the ecstatic lark above, Sings, like soul beatified, of love. Thos. Hood, The bells themselves are the best of preachers; Their brazen lips are learned teachers,
From their pulpits of stone in the upper air,
Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw,
Shriller than trumpets under the law, Now a sermon and now a prayer. The clangorous hammer is the tongue, This way, that way, beaten and swung; That from mouth of brass, as from mouth of gold, May be taught the Testaments, New and Old. And above it the great cross-beam of wood, Representeth the Holy Rood, Upon which, like the bell, our hopes are hung; And the wheel wherewith it is swayed and rung, Is the mind of man, that round and round Sways, and maketh the tongue to sound! And the rope, with its twisted cordage three, Denoteth the Scriptural Trinity. Of morals, and symbols, and history; And the upward and downward motions show That we touch upon matters high and low; And the constant change and transmutation Of action and of contemplation
Downward, the scripture brought from on high,
Upward, exalted again to the sky: Downward, the literal interpretation,
Upward, the vision and mystery! Longfellow.
On the pagoda spire,
Their little golden circles in a flutter,
Of golden-nested birds in heaven were singing;
Mrs. E. C. Judson.
Those evening bells—those evening bells-
When noble benefits shall prove
As many as offered life
A benefit upbraided, forfeits thanks;
BENEVOLENCE. Grasp the whole worlds of reason, life, and sense, In one close system of benevolence.
Pope. Nature all Is blooming and benevolent, like thee. Thomson.
Ah! little think the gay, licentious, proud,
How many feel, this very moment, death,
Thought, fond man,
From the low prayer of want and plaint of woe,
And friends and native land: nor these alone;
O God! with sympathetic care,
Do Thou my heart incline!
And make me wholly Thine. Blacklock.
BENIGNITY. THIS turn hath made amends! Thou hast fulfilled Thy words, Creator bounteous and benign, Giver of all things fair!
Milton. So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign. Milton.
Different are thy names,
'Tis amazement more than love,
However small the talent be
By each of us possest,
And strive to do the best.