Campanae S. Marci
...each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name
G. M. Hopkins
As kingfishers catch fire
Calling afar our tow'r rings the story
Ancient yet ever new. Our octave song
Makes rubicund all the feasts of glory
Praising the Lord of music, pealing long
And wakes the people with the learned clerks,
Noting the times and solemn hours. Ours to
Arouse the weary earth, erase the marks
Errant tramping feet have made. We undo
Silence, death yielding to our fecund, long
Melodious, triumphant, tolling voice
As at Baptism, or in our wedding song:
Rapturous changes, dissonant by choice.
Clear voiced Gabriel, God's strength, be near
Invade our lonely selves, wake us to hear.
The Rev'd Thomas Patrick O'Malley, S.J.