Poem November 7, 1901 Issue

The Twilight Bell

BY A. T. HOWE.

It is said, somewhere, at twilight,
A great bell softly swings,
And one may listen and harken,
To the beautiful music that rings.

If he put from his heart's inner chamber
All passion and pain and strife,
Heartache and weary longings
That throb in the pulses of life;

If he thrust from his soul all hatred,
All thoughts of wicked things,
He can hear in the holy twilight,
How the bell of the Angels rings.

Let us look in our hearts and question,
Can pure thoughts enter in,
To a place if it be already
The home of thoughts of sin?

Come, then, let us ponder a little,
Let us look in our hearts and see,
If the twilight bell of the Angels,
Can ring for You and Me.

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