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Bell-songs.
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Chill, with thy relentless tongue,
Eyes that smiled and lips that sung;
Bid delight good-bye.

Toll, toll, toll! heaven is in the sound!
Sad alone to souls unready.
They whose lamps were trimmed and steady
Christ rejoicing found.
On thy rolling waves of tone
Float I to the Master's throne.
Life and love abound.