  Clang! Clang! Clang! I set my basket down; The bells hang high in the belfry tower, And tell the folk ’tis the evening hour, Through in and out the town. Clang! Clang! Clang! O hush my wooden shoon! When gently I swing the sacred door, And kneel me down on the marble floor To beg a heavenly boon. Clang! Clang! Clang! Be silent, wooden shoon; And cease your noise while I say my prayers, When vespers soar through the winding stairs, Up to the lonely moon. Clang! Clang! Clang! Good things all end too soon; I bow the knee as I say good-bye, To holy place, with its spire on high: Such restless wooden shoon! Clang! Clang! Clang! Work, morning, night and noon; For daily bread, and for nightly rest! My heart is cheered and my soul is blest, Ring out, O wooden shoon! |
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