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Title: Waifs, and their authors
Year: 1880 (1880s)
Authors: Hopkins, Alphonso A. (Alphonso Alva), 1843-1918
Subjects: American literature American poetry
Publisher: Boston, D. Lothrop and Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ll. The Pilgrim Fathers heeded wellMy cheerful voice ! pealed forth a bell; No fetters here to clog the soul;No arbitrary creeds controlThe free heart and progressive mindThat leave the dusty paths behind.Speed well ! speed well! speed well ! speed well I *Pealed forth the Independent bell. No pope, no pope, to doom to hell The Protestant ! rang out a bell. Great Luther left his fiery zeal Within the hearts which truly feel That loyalty to God will be The fealty that makes men free. No images where incense fell! Rang out old Martin Luthers bell. All hail, ye saints in heaven that dwellClose by the cross ! exclaimed a bell; Lean oer the battlements of bliss,And deign to bless a world like this :Let mortals kneel before this shrine, —Adore the water and the wine!All hail, ye saints ! the chorus swell! Chimed in the Roman-Catholic bell. Ye workers who have toiled so wellTo save the race ! said a sweet bell, With pledge, and badge, and banner, come.Each brave heart beating like a drum ;
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Each one its creed in music tells — In tones that float upon the air As soft as song, as pure as prayer. Pa^e 279. GEORGE W. BUNGAY. 279 A Be royal men of noble deeds, For love is holier than creeds: ; Drink from the well, the well, the well! j In rapture rang the Temperance bell. ,;■ In blank verse, so difficult of praiseworthy accom- i plishment, Mr. Bungay has shown a happy grace. We I make this extract from a poem on ■ Days : ■ 1 Like flocks of migratory birds a-wmg, ^ The by-gone days sweep oer the sea of time ; . ^ On, on to the eternal calm they speed! ~\ One is baptized to sad and bitter tears, j And bears an arrow neath its drooping wing ; ■ ) One crimsoned oer with battles gory stain, i\ One scarred and battered by the winds and waves .^ Sobs out the grief of shipwrecked mariners— Days the bright sun mistook for blackest night. y But low, amid the flying flock I see, l Like doves with rooks, fair, golden days like this, ,; Filled to the sunset with the song of bi

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