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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bells of Malines</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AUGUST 17, 1914 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gabled roofs of old Malines<br>Are russet red and gray and green,<br>And o'er them in the sunset hour<br>Looms, dark and huge, St. Rombold's tower.<br>High in that rugged nest concealed,<br>The sweetest bells that ever pealed,<br>The deepest bells that ever rung,<br>The lightest bells that ever sung,<br>Are waiting for the master's hand<br>To fling their music o'er the land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shall they ring to-night, Malines?<br>In nineteen hundred and fourteen,<br>The frightful year, the year of woe, <br>When fire and blood and rapine flow <br>Across the land from lost Liege, <br>Storm-driven by the German rage?<br>The other carillons have ceased:<br>Fallen is Hasselt, fallen Diest,<br>From Ghent and Bruges no voices come, <br>Antwerp is silent, Brussels dumb! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in thy belfry, O Malines,<br>The master of the bells unseen<br>Has climbed to where the keyboard stands,--<br>To-night his heart is in his hands!<br>Once more, before invasion's hell<br>Breaks round the tower he loves so well, <br>Once more he strikes the well-worn keys, <br>And sends aerial harmonies<br>Far-floating through the twilight dim<br>In patriot song and holy hymn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O listen, burghers of Malines!<br>Soldier and workman, pale beguine, <br>And mother with a trembling flock <br>Of children clinging to thy frock,--<br>Look up and listen, listen all!<br>What tunes are these that gently fall <br>Around you like a benison?<br>"The Flemish Lion," "Brabanconne," <br>"O brave Liege," and all the airs <br>That Belgium in her bosom bears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ring up, ye silvery octaves high,<br>Whose notes like circling swallows fly; <br>And ring, each old sonorous bell,--<br>'' Jesu," "Maria," "Michael!"<br>Weave in and out, and high and low, <br>The magic music that you know,<br>And let it float and flutter down<br>To cheer the heart of the troubled town. <br>Ring out, "Salvator," lord of all,--<br>"Roland" in Ghent may hear thee call! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O brave bell-music of Malines,<br>In this dark hour how much you mean! <br>The dreadful night of blood and tears <br>Sweeps down on Belgium, but she hears <br>Deep in her heart the melody<br>Of songs she learned when she was free. <br>She will not falter, faint, nor fail,<br>But fight until her rights prevail<br>And all her ancient belfries ring<br>"The Flemish Lion," "God Save the King!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Van+Dyke">Henry Van Dyke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409230" data-title="The Bells of Malines de Henry Van Dyke" data-description="AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in the sunset hour Looms, dark and huge, St. Rombold's tower. High in that rugged nest concealed, The sweetest bells that ever pealed, The deepest b..."></div> </div> </div>
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