Daily Kennebec journal., 1914-02-12
Maine GOSSIP
Old Church Bells.

Old Church Bells. d.
TBy Elizabeth Powers Merrill.]
Ring, old church bells, ring loud and
Your music sweeps the world today
You touch string within my heart,
Lain mute since childhood passed
away.
/ see the old church on the hill
standing within the morning bright
Down aisles of long ago l pass,
With footsteps soft and light
AS your sweet tones fall on my ear
| sit in oak pew straight and high,
See faces that my young eyes know
As down the long aisle they pass by.
Songs rise again from lips long stilled-
From lips that speak, ah. nevermore-
o bells. you bring them back to me,
AS in those days of yore
Ring, old church bells, your story tell
. OF other years, of mother, home,
Many. | loved sleep on the hill
MANY, o God, far from Thee roam)
o bells that ring in frosty air.
O bells that ring in summer time.
o bells of life O bells of death,
My heart weeps at your chime.
Ring, sacred bells, Ger land and sea;
How many souls have heard your
How many, many million feet
Through unteld Years your temples
throng.
Ring, that all souls may think of God,
q
Ring out, o Sabbath bells 50 sweet,
Call wanderers within.
o bells of God. high hung in air,
Speak to each heart that passeth by;
Ring as the ages rise and fall.
/ Ring till Gods last child reach the
sky
Speak to the world. o bells of Cod
Great voices on lifes upward way,
Let none forget that God Is God
Ring. bells, ring out for aye.
The Maine cost has been remark
ably clear of ice upon the whole
considering the severity of the
winter. But the cold snaps have
not been particularly protracted and
any thin ice that may have formed
in the harbors and coves generally
has been broken up by the hfgh
winds so that it has been unable
to get start. 1t requires quite {.
period of still, cold weather to create
what we call an ice winter" along the
coast The water gets colder and cold
er and unless there are rains or thaws
to interrupt the freezing process
| trouble soon ensues The cutter An
droscoggin which has just returned 70
! Portland from "a trip to the eastward
/
and nothing of. a thickness sufficient TO
cause any discomfort to navigation,
The story of the wellington man i'm
prisoned in a windmill for three days
and night is a thriller. With no food
nor sleep nor neighbors with suf-
ficient ingenuity to rescue him from
his predicament he must indeed be
congratulated upon his escape with
his life in such a bitterly cold period.
David Moore of Cary, near Houlton,
died this month at the age of S4 years.
He was never married but has super
intended the rearing of Is children.
One of the boys of the Is is now Judge
| Smith of Montana.
Susan p Hopkins Of Mt. Vernon
writes: Today ! noticed an account of
the feeding of birds by an Old Town
resident. Mrs. F. Richardson of Can
ton. For many winters | have fed the
chick-a- dees and nut hatches--a spe-
Gle Of black and white wood-pecker
which goes on the trunks of trees
again and again for insects or worms.
| I have kept pieces of suet nailed UP
for them, around which they flock and
feed so busily, singing joyously. One
winter a pair Of beautiful blue jays
came daily for corn. Often they come
early in the morning, and if their
breakfast was not awaiting them they
would scold vociferously. l also feed
with crumbs the sparrows and robins.
in summer So they get very tame.