Identifier: bells00doug (find matches)
Title: The bells
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Douglass, John Jordan
Subjects: North Caroliniana
Publisher: Charlotte, N.C. : Presbyterian Standard Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: State Library of North Carolina, Government & Heritage Library
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS members and Sloan Foundation

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birds twittering in the snow; I prithee, then upon the winter smile, Sweet blue-eyed harbinger of the afterwhile. 74 FLOWER BELLS A GRECIAN VASE Once I saw Diana with her horn When, flinging her wild music to the morn, In artful grace, She sought the chase— Upon a Grecian vase. Once I heard the lute of Sappho sing Till all the larks of joy were caroling; And gardens fair Were blooming there— Upon a Grecian vase so rare. Once I drank the beauty of a scene In which Terpsichore danced upon the green; And I saw her face In a grottoed place— Upon a Grecian vase. INFINITY Out of the dark a trembling star; Blown from the sea a mist; A whisper of night-wind tossed afar, And a rose by the sunlight kissed. Up from the earth a glimmering spark Out of the sky a gleam: The choirs of Heaven in the song of a lark, And love in a maidens dream. Out of the filth a lily white; Out of the winter spring; Something that times the wild birds flight And a mock bird caroling. Bells of Destiny 76 BELLS OF DESTINY
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BELLS OF DESTINY 77 THE CURSE OF CAIN - He rose at morn, where stealthy shadows crept, Still as the tiger stalks its hapless prey, His dark eyes sunk, his tangled locks unkept, His furtive glance a wild things brought to bay. He shrank and shivered, peering here and there, Afraid of voices mocking in the mist: Cain! Cain! Cain, oh where Is he thou graspt so roughly by the wrist? And every stone blazed up in withering heat; The dew-wet grasses found accusing tongue: A flock, unshepherded, with plaintive bleat— A note so strange when earths fair morn was young- Sought out his covert, rang to Heaven his guilt. A raven croaked above him in mid air; The earths red mouth, where Abels blood was spilt Cried unto God along nights jeweled stair. The morn grew old, the sun, a wheel of flame. Rolled up to Heaven from the purple east. The voice Almighty spoke aloud his name And Cain came cowering like a frightened beast— Half-mad, he came, his dry lips muttering lies. Clutching at phantom hopes, and

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