The Bell
A bell hangs in a silence
till a celebration's due;
or else some soul must travel
where, in solemn retinue,
process all those who learned
to care but now must softly weep
to think how brief a time may pass
between a waking and a sleep.
Where faith is follows comfort;
but, in truth, there's also fear.
The bellman speaks that we may find
some purpose in despair.
Rehearsal of mortality
may prompt a soul to recollect
its origin in mystery -
and destiny elect.
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