[Written for the Sentinel.]

MESSAGE OF THE BELLS

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 usTo the duties of the day.

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