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Identifier: bells00doug (find matches)
Title: The bells
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Douglass, John Jordan
Subjects: North Caroliniana
Publisher: Charlotte, N.C. : Presbyterian Standard Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: State Library of North Carolina, Government & Heritage Library
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS members and Sloan Foundation

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, embattled, fought and failed,By freedoms shining lance impaled—Then write it PEACE! There is no synonym! Bells of the Sea 26 BELLS OF THE SEA THE BELLS OF THE SEA •I- I heard one night the bells of the seaTolling the sailors destiny: Sighing, falling Dying, callingTill they broke with the surgeIn a wailing dirgeOn a wild and wave-washed lea— Ah, the bells of the seaHow they called to meWith an infinite misery! I heard one night the toll of the bells As they rose and rang the wild seas knells: Throbbing, leaping Sobbing, weepingTill they sank with a sighLike those that lieIn the grave of the long green swells. Ah, the bells of the deepHow they stole my sleepMid the storms fantastic spells! And I could not rest for the wailing notesOf those deep tongues in those deep throats: Breaking, booming, Quaking, glooming,Till I paced the floor-Till I sought the shoreWith the men in the oil-skin coats: Ah, the bells of doom, How they rang of the tomb And the deep green grave of the boats!
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I BELLS OF THE SEA 27 THE LIGHT OF WESTERN SEAS •^ I I sing of the light of the Western seas Where the wild waves toss in glee, And the voice of the eagle mounts the breeze And the blue tides play on the golden keys I In a mighty minstrelsy. j I sing of the light of the Western seas— Of the seas that must be free; Of the ship of mail, Of the ships of sail, And all the vessels that breast the gale With the colors of LIBERTY! I sing of the light of the Western seas—And of the shores by the seas caressed;Of the captains brave and the sailors boldAs any Viking in days of old;Of Freedom neer yet in the shambles soldBy the men of the Golden West. I sing of the light of the Western seas, Where the tides roll swift and strong; Of the days to come When the fife and the drum And the voice of the bugle alike are dumb, And Right rules over wrong. I sing of the light of the Western seas, Of the light that neer grows dim; Of the women fair and the children sweet, Of the wood and the wold and

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