Hark, my children harken, hear
church bells pealing far and near
Watch them stealing
through the ceiling
in the kneeling
most appealing
breaches healing
prayers sealing
dealing reeling
none concealing
oft revealing
loving feelings
Hark, my children harken, hear
church bells pealing far and near.
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