MESSAGE OF THE BELLS

ELIZABETH EARL JONES.

Night is gone, and with the dawning,
Filtering through the mists of gray,
Sound these heralds of the morning,
Ringing blessings on the day:
"Rise, give thanks," resounds the warning;
"Praise the Lord!" they seem to say.

Then when cares of noon would bind us,—
Lest we miss the heavenly way,—
Deep-toned melodies remind us:
"God is with thee, watch and pray!"
Self nor fear nor sin can blind us
To the duties of the day.

Rest comes with departing daylight,
Glory streams from setting sun;
And the harmony at twilight
Ends a day of work well done,
Or reminds us through the long night,
There is still a race to run.

Angels of His presence ever,
They are with us day and night;
And their voices, ceasing never,—
Chastening wrong, proclaiming right,—
Over time and creeds forever,
Cheer the lovers of the light.

*The bells in the tower of The Mother Church ring a refrain from Handel knows as the "Westminster Chime" at the hours of 7 a.m., 12 m., and 6 p.m.

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