deep into the night.
Sturdy its call, out
into the dark.
Distance a far its
sound thunders out.
The calling it makes
us fellows below.
In shadow`s so dark
an Old Owl do sit
sound of the bell
Ne`re made him t`wit!.
Blackn`d by time
this tower so proud.
Solemn,alone,by
by nights ghostly shroud.
Peace and Goodwill
it sends to us all.
The blackn`d old tower
proud and so tall!.
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