Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1871-12-12

/ How many summers suu has shone, and WIN
( icr's winds blown chill,
Since ursi the peal OF this old bell rung Ost DER
vale and bill
music swell,
south rar;, Rel
2,a,., ~ho heard tl,e old tell chime, in bye.gone
.-,ss Ji Norr,
"!tsr'er listen ., Il, uo'vs-obey its peals-no
BE, ond thy ocean, tn The west, IN southern lands
lh,y dwell
How Few VIII ever liz, again 70 the old south Paris
Bell
How many = home .ck wandercr. in distant lands,
to-day,
VIII pundcr ON his distant home Ia the village far
awaS,
Aul ,ouS tor a friendly greeting from the dear
cues loved - wei,
AuI Welcome homen ruug gladly. rrom the
vlJ south PANS Bs!l.
How many ci,hrul shepherd, here, ~ho kept.
~rth lowing care,
His lille noei. in the narrow way, from every sin
aod snare.
Has learned. 4, thi., If il bc In,., he ,aoSb' %
l,us sui welt
Pastor ,ud pc pi, lops .ince ,oll,~l d, ,.c oil
>s.tt - Sr}
uo~ t- .,.v tar - who's ,nc 5.l! ha- o..
oy"u, soeIi
NH. .a,, u"vrg l-Ic,r'l 10 .', I'iI auovs . tr,l.
L,slcJ ppur5
a. mtn, a oac who hsars Va, s,u,e. -cac;uhr
.0i zoo vel,
wbea the .adde,t sound in all the worl4 Va. the
ell south Pari. Bell.
i's notes are nil OF sympathy. for mourning heart.
70 heal.
For merry, youthful. happy hesrss II has Joyous
peal
fond farewell
Col bless you AL, lie the heart felt prayer of the
OLD south Paris Bell
Al SIS in the morn, a. midday. al nine O'Clock. al
night
We are sms three hours ii iwenty.rour, thar
everything Is right;
EoE faithful Lonzo's al his post II be be sISk or
we'll.
And glaidens Us with the cheerful rins OF The old
south Paris Bell.
And when the bell for school Is rung, with wnle
St the helm.
We seem like stirring city, in some busy, bust
Lug realm,
A., throngns forth from every street, they come,
o'er hill and dell
All called TO fame aud glory by the old sou.h
Paris Bell.
Aud We, whose sweet school.day' are DER, whose
lives Of care begin.
Who leave Tor aye. the school.room, now, Tor la.
bor's strife and din,
when wesry Of the heartless world, when gr1efs
and troubles swell,
WEI listen aud seem 70 hear again, the old South
Pam, Bell.
While sailing down the stream Of life, swim run
nius n is tide,
cloud, Of temptation dresr and dark, will o'er
our pathway glide
But down The Wild aud unknown stream, our bark
viii SAFE propel,
II fancy can bat catch the chime Of the old south
Paris Bel.
Dear teachers, scholars ghbors, all, how many,
many day
We have Lived and worked together upon lifs's
rugged way;
But now our paths in life divide l. now, must say
farewell
No more shall be calle to school by the oil
South PNis Bell
Forgive word Of ss!f ;o-night-GOd judge If
spes& true
lie knows with what an cannes, hear, I've worked
for him and you
And though I've oflen failed, in act, when want
ed TO 10 well,
saye worked IA if for God, beneath the old South
Paris Bell
The last Of all my tasks, at school, has ended
one by one
some other one will do FOR you the work that
have done;
They will, may be, do more for you-can they love
yOn half - well
A. Rose has owed you, all, beneath the old South
Paris Bell;
To you. our faithful Principal. weak words can Ill
express
Our thanks, our gratitude our love, our deep in
! debi edness-
NAY the Giysr of all blessings all your cup of
( bliss, as well
As YOU have blessed us, all beneath the old South
Paris Bell.
| I have h&d many loving frisnds-God bless you,
all aud each
You hold place within nv heart no others e'er
will reach,
And tho kindest, tender memory will in my bosom
dwell,
OF the dear South Paris people and the old South
Pari. Bell.
\ While remember aught of earth this prayer rll
/ say for yOu
Dear Father, give them blessed hopes, andmak
them all come true"
And If we meet no more, on earth, In Heaven well
fondly tell
OF the school days in South Paris, and the old
South Paris Bell.
when er try to think Of Heaven and what will be
us bliss,
What viii make 1t perfect JOY and perfect happi-
ness,
see these friends around The Throne. with harps,
their "Triumphs" swell,
And in the distance, anthems blend with the old
South Paris Bell.
Though years may lay their weight me, with
all their heavy care
May dim my eye with sorrows, we all must have
TO share,
Yet when they lay this form away and toll the
parting knell,
May it rest beneath the sweet, sad sound of the
/ old South Paris Bell.
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Wilson sees but one way by which the
American people can be enlisted In The