Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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MATIN BELLS.
Matin bells, sweet matin bells,
With their early daily song
Poured as out of sacred wells
And in rhythmic swoons and swells,
Ding, ding, dong!
Softly falling, gravely calling
Souls to penitence and praise;
As if flying angels crying
Did to God Himself upraise
Words like flowers, dropt in showers
On a shadowed world of wrong—
Ding, ding, dong!
With their early daily song
Poured as out of sacred wells
And in rhythmic swoons and swells,
Ding, ding, dong!
Softly falling, gravely calling
Souls to penitence and praise;
As if flying angels crying
Did to God Himself upraise
Words like flowers, dropt in showers
On a shadowed world of wrong—
Ding, ding, dong!
Oft betwixt the will and deed,
As I dally in the throng
With a thought of sinful seed,
They recall the golden creed—
Ding, ding, dong!
Loudly pealing and revealing
To my love the better way,
And from chidden fruits forbidden,
Rousing me to watch and pray;
Till bad savours lose their favours,
And no journey can seem long—
Ding, ding, dong!
As I dally in the throng
With a thought of sinful seed,
They recall the golden creed—
Ding, ding, dong!
Loudly pealing and revealing
To my love the better way,
And from chidden fruits forbidden,
Rousing me to watch and pray;
Till bad savours lose their favours,
And no journey can seem long—
Ding, ding, dong!
When beneath my load I sink
Or the scourge with cruel thong,
As I totter on the brink
Of despair, they fetch me drink—
Ding, ding, dong!
Telling lowly truths and holy
To uplift me as I bend,
Till the burden is the guerdon
Which supports me to the end;
They are nigher me and higher,
Than the earth's gay pleasure gong—
Ding, ding, dong!
Or the scourge with cruel thong,
As I totter on the brink
Of despair, they fetch me drink—
Ding, ding, dong!
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To uplift me as I bend,
Till the burden is the guerdon
Which supports me to the end;
They are nigher me and higher,
Than the earth's gay pleasure gong—
Ding, ding, dong!
Matin bells, dear matin bells,
With their early daily song,
Leading me where duty dwells
And delight has holy spells—
Ding, ding, dong!
They are keeping notes unsleeping
As I daily play my part,
With their glory's echoed story
Through the chambers of my heart;
While to living freely giving
Balm, that makes the spirit strong—
Ding, ding, dong!
With their early daily song,
Leading me where duty dwells
And delight has holy spells—
Ding, ding, dong!
They are keeping notes unsleeping
As I daily play my part,
With their glory's echoed story
Through the chambers of my heart;
While to living freely giving
Balm, that makes the spirit strong—
Ding, ding, dong!
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