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Above:  Handbells

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There is a little Bell that sounds

Like music fling from harps of gold;

And every vibrate sweet resounds

With chords of loveliness untold.


Each word embodies magic power,

That sooths my heart and quells my fear;

Mild as the dew drop on the flower,

But sharper than a Parthian spear.


Then ring, sweet Bell, your chimes ne’er break,

You hold my soul in magic spell;

All other sounds but discord make,

Compared to you, my charming Bell.


Posted May 30, 2012 by neatnik2009 in John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems, Love 1800s

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