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It's all very well, / Said the Bell, / To be the big Organ below!
But the folk come and go, / Said the Bell, / And you never can tell / What sort of person the Organ will blow!
And, besides, it is much at the mercy of the weather / For 'tis all made in pieces and glued together!
But up in my cell / Next door to the sky, / Said the Bell, / I dwell / Very high; / And with glorious go / I swing to and fro; / I swing swift or slow, / I swing as I please, / With summons or knell; / I swing at my ease, / Said the Bell: / Not the tallest of men / Can reach up to touch me, / To smirch me or smutch me, / Or make me do what / I would not be at!
And, then, / The weather can't cause me to shrink or increase: / I chose to be made in one perfect piece!