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r    ` E L . Another has written, l l  
A  "I have known a word more gentle . . _ ;   ‘
   ‘‘'`» Than the breath of summer air  
  T In a listening heart to nestle ._ .  
  · And to live forever there. _'   · V
  Not the beating of its prison ` 4   L_
 jg — · Stirred it even night or day, .   ·
  Only with the heart’s last throbbing  
  - Could it ever fade away. _ L  
  . . THE OLD CHAPEL BELL. C  
    SYLVESTER Horicnws. l   E
  Q HE Turkomans sing of the glorious ring of  
  i C The bell that is king ofcafe and mosque, j_  
  Wlierever they wander they ever grow tonder   ·
ii? = _ Oi bells that swing under the Moslem kiosk. _   A
  But the old iron tongue in the bell that once hung in  
.   ‘ The belfry that swung in, the music it wrought  
  Was to me nearer and clearer and clearer ii _
3; _ Than cymbals with error Mohammedan fought. V  
  ’ An exile recalling the mellow tones falling  
  y L From minarets tall in theland of the Czar, T L  
  Sings of none sweeter in tone or in meter, j
  1; In Ottoman street or in Russian bazaar I y
  Than was the welling of melody swelling · i
r _ The old chapel bell in its ponderous glee, V  
i L L e That groaned with the burden of melody heard in
il The classical guerdon it Hung o’er the lea. ‘ ‘