J. Milton Miles by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

Whenever the Presbyterian bell / Was rung by itself, I knew it as the Presbyterian bell.

But when its sound was mingled / With the sound of the Methodist, the Christian, / The Baptist and the Congregational, / I could no longer distinguish it, / Nor any one from the others, or either of them.

And as many voices called to me in life / Marvel not that I could not tell / The true from the false, / Nor even, at last, the voice that I should have known.