Fresh and rosy dawns the day;
Watchman, to thy rest away;
Faithful soul, awake and pray:
Bim, bome, the Sanctus Bell.
THE PASSING BELL.
Swinging from the Church-tower grey,
Sadly tolls the Passing Bell:
One more soul hath sped her way:
Bim, bome, the Passing Bell.
From this world's poor pageantry,
Lord, thou call'st a soul to Thee;
Grant her rest eternally:
Bim, bome, the Passing Bell.
THE VESPER BELL.
Stealing from the grey Church-tower,
Sweetly chimes the Vesper Bell.
Soft it tells the evening hour:
Hark, hark! the Vesper Bell.
From the spirit's silent wear,
From the day's turmoil and care,
Hark! it calls to song and prayer:
Bim, bome, the Vesper Bell.
THE CURFEW BELL.
Rolling from the grey Church-tower.
Hark, hark! the Curfew Bell.
Sad it tells that day is o'er:
Hark, hark! the Curfew Bell.
Curfew Bell! I hear thee say,
Thus I ring the knell of day,
Mortal, here thou may'st not stay:
