Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — Song of the Bell

Bell! thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party        &nbsp To the church doth hie! Bell! thou soundest solemnly. When, on Sabbath morning,        &nbsp Fields deserted lie! Bell! thou soundest merrily; Tellest thou at evening,        &nbsp Bed-time draweth nigh! Bell! thou soundest mournfully. Tellest thou the bitter        &nbsp Parting hath gone by! Say! how canst thou mourn? How canst thou rejoice?        &nbsp Thou art but metal dull! And yet all our sorrowings, And all our rejoicings,        &nbsp Thou dost feel them all! God hath wonders many, Which we cannot fathom,        &nbsp Placed within thy form! When the heart is sinking, Thou alone canst raise it,        &nbsp Trembling in the storm!