Oh! Matin Bells, which cheerily
Ring out your morning song,
Would that I were a boy again,
With heart and will so strong,
To battle with the cares of life,
Life's duties well to do,
And--as in those dear days of youth--
To faith and hope be true.
I seem again to hear the call
Which ye did send afar,
As brighter grew the Eastern skies
Around the morning star.
And sweet and clear your echoes ring
Throughout my careworn heart,
Till age is lost in dreams of youth,
Which never strength impart.
