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A pean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the pean of the bells!
And he dances and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the pean of the bells-
Of the bells :

Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the throbbing of the bells

Of the bells, bells, bells,

To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,

In a happy Runic rhyme,

To the rolling of the bells

Of the bells, bells, bells

To the tolling of the bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,—

Bells, bells, bells,—

To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

Edgar A. Poe.

Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of
the Air, trying to tear down the Cross.

LUCIFER.

ASTEN haften!

O ye spirits!

From its ftation drag the pon-
derous

Cross of iron, that to mock us

Is uplifted high in air!

O, we cannot!

For around it

VOICES.

All the Saints and Guardian Angels

Hover downward!

Seize the loud, vociferous bells, and Clafhing, clanging, to the pavement Hurl them from their windy tower!

All thy thunders

VOICES.

Here are harmless!

For these bells have been anointed,

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