When I hear the church bell ringing
In the little country church,
It is then my thoughts turn backward
And my heart is stirred, so stirred.
For I see again familiar scenes
And faces dear to me;
O, in that fleeting moment
It's there I long to be.
Then silenced is the ringing bell,
The present comes to fore;
I must press on for there's a time
When man can work no more.
But what a privilege it is
To have these memories flow,
Bringing back those bygone days
And that church of long ago.
~ Loise Pinkerton Fritz
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