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The rumbling of the market-carts,The pounding of men's feetWere drowned in song; "Lift up your hearts!"The sound was loud and sweet.
Slow and slow the great bell swung,It hung in the steeple mute:And people tore its living tongueOut by the very root.
The NationElinor Wylie

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