[SAMWolf]

The Bell



Which calls the sons of Time.

Thy voice upon the deep
The home-bound sea-boy hails,
It charms his cares to sleep,
It cheers him as he sails.

To house of God and heavenly joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the thunder's fires.

And soon thy music, sad death-bell,
Shall lift its notes once more,
And mix my requiem with the wind
That sweeps my native shore.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam, nice poem today. I'll have to listen to the tunes later, strong thunder going on now so I will shut down for a bit. Let you know when I come back on.

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks Sam. Great music today.