Bells
Birth of the Saviour, they announce
With beams of merriment, they bounce
Curiosity they provoke
Spirit-filled graces they invoke
Souls of the holy deities
Brim-fill with infinite gayeties
Beginning and end of a work
Resonates in any hill cirque
Sound of health and healing power
Ultrasound from the high tower
It's said they destroyed the virus.
Of influenza and typhus
Solemn sound atmosphere exists.
Where little bells have their tongue-twists
Emotive equilibrium
Destroys every delirium
The bell of baptism is my joy.
Wedding bells have their cute sly coy
Sadness fills my soul when a bell
Sounds into a dead soldier's knell
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