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Hark to the bell of sorrow 'tis awak'ning up again	A
Each broken spirit from its brief forgetfulness of pain	B
Its sad sound seems to me to be a deathwail from the past	C
An elegy for buried joys too pure and bright to last	C
It haunts me like an echo from the dark depths of despair	D
And conjures up the fiend like forms of misery and care	D
The saddest of the sorrowful its tones bright dreams dispel	E
For waking woes are summoned by the harsh toned prison bell	E
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It tells me that I am not now what once I used to be	F
A dearly loved and loving boy whose heart was light with glee	F
It tells me that life's coming years must be long years of pain	B
And that my brow with innocence can ne'er be wreathed again	A
That I must wander through this world all friendless and forlorn	G
Unsolaced by affection's smile the thing of shame and scorn	G
Those fearful tones those dirge like tones what fearful tales they tell	E
It rings the death of hope and joy that sadly sounding bell	E
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How oft when some bright vision of the days of olden time	H
Comes o'er me like an angel dream from heaven's own hallowed clime	H
And beautiful and holy things the bright stars and the flowers	I
And childhood's prayer were dear to me as in life's sinless hours	I
How oft too when in such dreams I wander by the side	J
Of one fair form whom virtue might have won me for my bride	J
They come those tones so horrible those drear tones through my cell	E
And memory shuddereth to hear the harsh toned prison bell	E
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That bell how many hear it sound who've ceased to struggle long	K
Who reckless of crime's after doom have linked themselves to wrong	K
And heard it is with shuddering and tearful vain regret	L
By those who for one first bad act for years must suffer yet	L
'Tis also sadly heard by some strange struggling beings who	M
Cling to the false and evil while they love the good and true	M
And some a few all innocent who've learned alas Too well	E
That man's best judgement sometimes errs may weep to hear that bell	E
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I've heard it when bright memories have crowded to my brain	B
When hopes and aspirations high have whispering come again	A
And it hath sought to crush each thought that fain would save from ill	N
As wildly it hath chanted forth 'Despair be evil still '	-
But no a prison oft hath proved a holy place of yore	O
And if the heart yearns for the good God will the good restore	O
Then courage soul let faith's bright beams grief's darksome shades dispel	E
And days of joy may yet be thine far from the prison bell	E

Owen Suffolk

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