THE ANGELUS

Morning, and noon, and night, its music rings

      Across the countryside, the busy town;

      From the sun's rising to its going down,

The steady silver challenge ever sings.

There's faith and hope wherever it gently swings;

       Wherever it strikes, remembrance shall awake;

        How many men, in listening, shall forsake

For that sweet interval, a world that brings -

Only regret and emptiness. Its falling

Like some eternal song on the summer air,

May whisper to a wanderer:  "Come to prayer!"

Until his loneliness will heed its calling.

How many a time, that bell, its message throwing

Has pierced with bright-winged hope some winter's 

            snowing!

                                                           - Blanche Yvonne Mosler

                                                      From "God's Mother and Mine"

                                                     Mary Immaculate. 1946. Page 125

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