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The church bells were ringing, the devil sat singing / On the stump of a rotting old tree; / 'Oh faith it grows cold, and the creeds they grow old, / And the world is nigh ready for me.'
The bells went on ringing, a spirit came singing, / And smiled as he crumbled the tree; / 'Yon wood does but perish new seedlings to cherish, / And the world is too live yet for thee.'
Eversley, 1848.