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Now just as the eve was counting seven,
We halted a tiny village within:
And there seemed to come a note from Heaven
By way of a church-bell's silvery din.
Through drifting torrents and blades of air,
That bell was calling the world to prayer;
And mid our hurried and bustling stay,
These words in the song they seemed to say:
We halted a tiny village within:
And there seemed to come a note from Heaven
By way of a church-bell's silvery din.
Through drifting torrents and blades of air,
That bell was calling the world to prayer;
And mid our hurried and bustling stay,
These words in the song they seemed to say:
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