Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1859-01-27

ne following beautiful altusion TO the ancient Bell
tower of the old Academy in this village, we find
, Watchman. The history Of that old house, and ii
ocular clangingot its bell silenced and debased,
balmed in the memories Of the school days OF pee
E, and the poem will be readily many one, an
note with silent tear that the old House too is
tness its academcal more It Is from the pc
contributor whose happy ideas have often graced OF
stical corner, and whose wellearned fame is widel
reading among those who love the Muse. Ed.
The Broken Bell.
The broken bell, the broken bell
Within the belfry hangs
The old Academy bell that tells
The days of Aud Lang syne;
That with its clamor and its cangs,
With its dongs, its dingle, dongle, dangs
That in liquid flowing swells,
That in its hollow molten cells,
Dwells and in a merry ringing tells
The hours Of one and nine,
Keeping tally with the schoolboy's time.
Time, time, time,
With its dngle, dongle, dangs,
With its clamor and its bangs,
Prompting all the schoolboys to the time.
II.
IT'S sad to hear the Earring bell,
In other days so clear;
Some accident must have befel
This monitor Of time
For only now fat-toned note
Comes out its hollow, motion throat,
Out the chamber where his iron-tongue dwells,
That breaks and faters as it knells
Jars and strangles in its cells,
All the liquid cadence of its rhyme,
All the flowing sweetness Of the Nine.
Nine, Nine Nine,
All the melody and music Of the Nine.
Some twenty years or more ago,
1 used to hear its call
We fastened to its toll, know,
To answer to the roll.
A tardy was sure to come,
II, when the school had once begun,
Our tagging self, nor quick nor slow,
Come pacing up the stairs below
Come wheeling, putting, all agow,
lehind the clamor of the toll,
The dingle, dongle, for the ROLL
he clsng and camor from patrol;
The warning to us all
10 quit at once quot and ball.
All, all, all,
To quit at once the quot and hall.
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All, tits sad, most sad, to hear
This discord Of my bell
1t is TIE friend Of many year,
The friend of Aud Lang Syne.
The old Brick House has been jest
SO many a wag-and many priest
Has cnrsed its broken walls, fear
But there be some who have tear
To shed, as mem'ry fingers here:
Aye, there be some whose hearts can tell
The struggling hope,-the light that FELL
The joys that fingers in the bell
That beat and clamored out the time,
In the days Of Aud Lang Syne.
Beat, beat, beat,
For US the time in the days of Auld Lang syne.
All the village now will miss
This friend and pet of old
For who's not hurried Bub and Sis,
AS pealed its warning chime.
Hurried them to the schoolboy's toll,
To the cang and clamor for the roll;
Hurried them off with a scold or kiss,
To be in season not to miss
Their name-broke them off in all their bliss,
Because the clangor and the chime
Foretold the coming hour of nine,
Forewarned them of the roll call time;
Forewarned to follow fast upon the bell
That beat the measure of the time;
The bell, the bell that beat SO well
The measurd Of their time;
That beat in seasons warm and cold,
In a merriment so bold,
And call them through the heat and cold.
Their childish hearts to mold.
Mold, mold, mold;
Calls them here their childish hearts to mold.
'Tis done, tits done; its brazen throat
win never, never ring
SO sweet and clear its mellow note,
The note of Aud Lang syne.
/ mind change is on us all
Who used to meet in that old wall
1t matters not how much we dote
On loved remembrances that float
And cluster round the old BELLS note
We meier shall see that bright gay time
When rung the bell its merry chime,
In the days of Aud Lang syne;
When the dingle, dongle, dingle, ding
Clamored to we noisy boys,
To the girls within the ring,
Changing, boys, boys, boys!
Girls, girls, girls!
Quit your whirls,
And with flying curls,
Girls and boys, one and all,
Mind the call!
Call, call, oall
Girls and boys, one and all mind the schooboy's CT
Montpelier, Jan. TO- a.N. B