If any mention was made of homicide, madness, adultery, and intolerable tortures, we would let the church-bells ring louder, the church-organ swell its peal and drown the hideous sound. The sugar they raised was excellent: nobody tasted blood in it.
While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
Hope has returned to the hearts of scores of millions of men and women, and with that hope there burns the flame of anger against the brutal, corrupt invader. . . In a dozen famous ancient States now prostrate under the Nazi yoke, the masses of the people. . . await the hour of liberation. . . That hour will strike, and its solemn peal will proclaim that the night is past and that the dawn has come.
Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.
Iron is the final peal of a star’s natural life.
Of all sound of all bells. . . most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.
