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THE sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere, |
The slumberers rouse, the rapport of the People, |
(Full well they know that message in the darkness, |
Full well return, respond within their breasts, their brains, the sad
reverberations,) |
The passionate toll and clang—city to city, joining, sounding,
passing, |
Those heart-beats of a Nation in the night. |