Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BELLS, by THOMAS TRAHERNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Hark! Hark, my soul! The bells do ring Last Line: Would yield or feel, or any excellence. Subject(s): Bells; Public Worship; Church Attendance | ||||||||
I 1 Hark! hark, my soul! the bells do ring, And with a louder voice Call many families to sing His public praises, and rejoice: Their shriller sound doth wound the air, Their grosser strokes affect the ear, That we might thither all repair And more divine ones hear. If lifeless earth Can make such mirth, What then shall souls above the starry sphere! 2 Bells are but clay that men refine And raise from duller ore; Yet now, as if they were divine, They call whole cities to adore; Exalted into steeples they Disperse their sound, and from on high Chime-in our souls; they every way Speak to us through the sky: Their iron tongues Do utter songs, And shall our stony hearts make no reply! 3 From darker mines and earthy caves At last let souls awake, And rousing from obscurer graves From lifeless bells example take; Lifted above all earthly cares, Let them (like these) rais'd up on high, Forsaking all the baser wares Of dull mortality, His praises sing, Tunably ring, In a less distance from the peaceful sky. II 4 From clay, and mire, and dirt, my soul, From vile and common ore, Thou must ascend; taught by the toll In what fit place thou may'st adore; Refin'd by fire, thou shalt a bell Of praise become, in metal pure; In purity thou must excel, No soil or grit endure, Refin'd by love, Thou still above Like them must dwell, and other souls allure. 5 Doth not each trembling sound I hear Make all my spirits dance? Each stroke's a message to my ear That casts my soul into a trance Of joy: they're us'd to notify Religious triumphs, and proclaim The peace of Christianity, In Jesus' holy name. Authorities And victories Protect, increase, enrich, adorn the same. 6 Kings, O my soul, and princes now Do praise His holy name, Their golden crowns and sceptres bow In honour of my Lord: His fame Is gone throughout the world, who died Upon the cross for me: and He That once was basely crucified Is own'd a Deity. The higher powers Have built these towers Which here aspiring to the sky we see. 7 Those bells are of a piece, and sound, Whose wider mouths declare Our duty to us: being round And smooth and whole, no splinters are In them, no cracks, nor holes, nor flaws That may let out the spirits thence Too soon; that would harsh jarring cause And lose their influence. We must unite If we delight Would yield or feel, or any excellence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHEELING GOSPEL TABERNACLE by JAMES WRIGHT GIRLS GOING TO CHURCH by JOHN CIARDI EFFECT OVER DISTANCE by ALBERT GOLDBARTH THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER, ON 'THE HIGHER CRITICISM' by THOMAS HARDY GOSPEL VILLANELLE by ANDREW HUDGINS SONG BEFORE SORROW by LOUISE A. BALDWIN REMARKS TO THE BACK OF A PEW by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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