Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1859-01-21
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For the Watchman.
THE BROK EN BELL.

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The broken bell the broken bell
Within the bolfry hangs
The old Academy bell that tells
The DAYS Of Aud Lang Sync;
That with is clamor and It's clangs,
With It's dongs its dinglo, dongle dangs,
Thatn liquid flowing swells,
That In It's hollow molten cells,
Dwells and in merry ringing tells
The hours Of and nine,
Keeping tally with the schoohoys time.
Time. time, time,
With its dinglc, donglc, dangs,
With ts clnmur and is bangs,
Prompting all The school-boys to the time.
Tis sad 10 hear the jarring bell,
In other days so clear
Some accident must have befel
This monitor Of time
For only now a fat-toncd note
Comes out It's hollow, molten throat,
Out the chamber where his lron-tongue dwels,
That breaks and faltcrs as 4 knells,
Jars aud stranges in its cells.
All the liquid cadence of It's rhyme,
All the flowing sweetness Of The Nine.
Nine, Nine. Nine,
All the melody and music of the Nine.
Some twenty yeats or more ago,
used 20 hear its call
We hastened 10 It's toll. know,
To answer 20 the roll,
A tardy-mark was sure TO come,
If, when the school had once begun,
Our tagging self nor quick nor slow,
Come pacing up the stairs below
Come wheeling putting all aglow,
Behind the clamOr OF The toll,
The dinglo, dongle, for the roll,
The clang and clamur from patroli
The warning 90 us ali
To quit at once the QUOT and ball
AL all. an,
TO quit at once the quoit and ball
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All tis sad. most sad. 20 hear
This dscord Of my bell;
II is the friend u many a year,
The friend Of Aud Lang Syne
The old Brick House has been a Jest
To many wag-and many priest
Has cursed It's broken walls, fcari
But there be some who have a tear
To shed, as mem'ry fingers here
Ave, there be some whose hearts can tell
The struggling hcpo,-thc light that FELL
The JOY that fingers in The bell
That beat and clamured out the tine,
In the days Of Aud Lang Syne.
Beat, beat beat,
For the time u the DAYS Of Aud Lang syne
All the village now will miss
This friend and pei of old
For who's not hurried Bub and Sis,
As pcalcd It's warming chime.
Hurried thofu 90 the school -bOvs toll,
To the clang and cl1mor for ihc roll;
Hurried thcm od with scold or kiss,
To Doe iu season mot iu miss
Their namo-hroko them off u all their bliss,
because the olangor aud thc chino
Forctold the coming hour NJ nine,
Forewarucd them NJ the rol-call time;
Forcwarued 90 follow fast upon the bell
That beat the measure Of the timci
The bell, the bell that beat So well
The measure ri their time
That beat u seasons warm and cold,
In mcrrimcnt so bold,
And called them through tho heat and cold,
Their childish hearts 20 mold.
Mold, mold, mold
Calls them here their childish hearts 10 mold.
VI
'T'is done, Ills done it, brazcn throat
viii never, never ring
So sweet and clear It's mellow note
The note n Aud Lang Syhe
mind change is ms all
Who used 70 meet in that cid wall
il matters not how much we dote
On loved remembrance that float
And cluster round the old bells note
We neer shall see that bright, gay time
When rung the bell us merry chime,
In the DAYS VI Auld Lang Sync;
When the diuglc donglc, dingic, ding
Clamored 90 we noisy BOYS,
To she girls within the ring,
Changing boys, boys boys
Girls, girls, girls
Cni' your whirls
And with flying curls,
Girls and boys. and all,
Mind the call
Call. call. call.
Girls and boys, one aud all, mind the schoolhoy
call
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Montpelier Jan. no.