Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CONVENT BELL, by GEORGE ROBERTS (19TH CENTURY)
First Line: O convent bell! Long, long ago
Last Line: Makes mary mother weep and grieve.
O convent bell! long, long ago
Your peal was refuge for my heart;
The homeward path you seemed to show
Lay from the world's ways far apart.
But now you hammer prison bars--
I hear the passing children's mirth--
Above the walls mad dancing stars
Mingle their music with the earth.
What though night-long aspiring prayer
And adoration in my soul
Ascend as incense through the air
To wave for me an angel's stole--
The mother's heart is still more blest,
When stirring in her arms she feels
Her baby's hand grope for the breast,
For heaven her own soul reveals.
O, sad and far, O convent bell!
You call to prayer on this May eve;
For unborn babes your funeral knell
Makes Mary mother weep and grieve.
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