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Ring out, oh, ye bells, in soft measured chime, / Sweet melodies breathe in rythmetric rhyme, / The murmuring winds bring song from afar, / For one we have loved is crossing the bar.
Ring gently, ye bells, the soul on its way, / Would not be disturbed by discordant lay; / In peace it would stem the river that flows / O'er rocks crimsoned by humanity's woes.
Ring slowly, Oh, bells, death's pitiless dream / Rolls eagerly on, a maddening stream; / The sufferer sighs for a haven of rest. / And longs to be borne to homes for the blest.
Ring thoughtfully, bells, a prayer would ascend / To Father of love, this soul to befriend. / While waiting, a voice is waft o'er the sea -- / "Hast heard of a Christ? He speaks -- I am He."
Ring peacefully, bells, the wanderer soothe, / In lullaby song, as in cradle of youth; / No whispering doubts, no question of whence, / Outpouring to mar, of love calling hence.
Ring joyfully, bells, no tempests now toss -- / The Valley of Death is lit by a Cross. / Ring glad happy strains of love's richest song, / Our dear one has fled with a heavenly throng.