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 And every note of every bell Sang Gabriel! rang Gabriel! In the tower that is left the tale to tell Of Gabriel, the Archangel.

Seed of the corn was thine— Body of Him thus broken And mingled with blood of the vine— The bread and the wine of life. Out of the good sunshine They were given to thee as a token— The body of Him, and the blood of Him, When the gifts of God were rife. What then wert thou, and what art now? After the weary strife?

And every note of every bell Sang Gabriel! rang Gabriel! In the tower that is left the tale to tell Of Gabriel the Archangel.

Where are they now, O bells? Where are the fruits of the Mission? Garnered, where no one dwells, Shepherd and flock are fled. O'er the Lord's vineyard swells The tide that with fell perdition Sounded their doom and fashioned their tomb And buried them with the dead. What then wert thou, and what art now? The answer is still unsaid.