I love thy music, mellow bell,
I love thine iron chime,
To life or death, to heaven or hell,
Which calls the sons of Time.
Thy voice upon the deep
The home-bound sea-boy hails,
It charms his cares to sleep,
It cheers him as he sails.
To house of God and heavenly joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the thunder's fires.
And soon thy music, sad death-bell,
Shall lift its notes once more,
And mix my requiem with the wind
That sweeps my native shore.
The Bell
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Mary G. Lenz: As I grow older I grow more fond of everything that Ralph Waldo Emerson has written. His words are for life, they bring comfort and joy to others. May his works lives on for eternity, may they never be seen as politically incorrect.
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