Poems (Katz)/We are bells, in order
WE ARE BELLS, IN ORDER
The bells, which chime sweet music from Spirits holy place,Tell the story of blessedness in every upturned face. We chime and chime together And out o'er the fields of heather Comes the music of the bells Over hill and over dell,And it ever bears the message Sweetly sung throughout all time, But is ever coming nearer As we join the holy chime And like a mighty chorus, in a belfry high, We each a bell in order Sing to our Father in the sky.