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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Walking Bell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A CHILD refused to go betimes<br>To church like other people;<br>He roam'd abroad, when rang the chimes<br>On Sundays from the steeple.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His mother said: "Loud rings the bell,<br>Its voice ne'er think of scorning;<br>Unless thou wilt behave thee well,<br>'Twill fetch thee without warning."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The child then thought: "High over head<br>The bell is safe suspended--"<br>So to the fields he straightway sped<br>As if 'twas school-time ended.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The bell now ceas'd as bell to ring,<br>Roused by the mother's twaddle;<br>But soon ensued a dreadful thing!--<br>The bell begins to waddle.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It waddles fast, though strange it seem;<br>The child, with trembling wonder,<br>Runs off, and flies, as in a dream;<br>The bell would draw him under.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He finds the proper time at last,<br>And straightway nimbly rushes<br>To church, to chapel, hastening fast<br>Through pastures, plains, and bushes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Each Sunday and each feast as well,<br>His late disaster heeds he;<br>The moment that he bears the bell,<br>No other summons needs he.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a></strong></div>

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