Old Church Bell

 

Old Church Bell

The echo of the old church bell

In our small, country town,

For a hundred years, like leaves adrift,

Has floated softly down.

The echo of the old church bell

Aloft in autumn air

Is a welcome sound we stop to hear

While reaping harvest fare.

The silvery echo of the bell

Sails soft as thistle-down

As it chimes our prayers to heaven

And brings God to our town.

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