Lying amid grass of perfumed green,
Cushioned with sun and calm of early morn,
From verdant lanes echo aloft the sound of the bell
Bidding me attend it s evocative toll
What solitary same sound has winged in byegone days
And fetched the faithful, young and old, to morning dues
It s sad and mournful clang, it s long and lonely call
Evokes a realm of pastness gone now and yet
Still lives – so long as bell and quiet sunny morn
All combine to tell of such a heritage.
Clanging slow and loud all the way home
Into memory – and heart.
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