J. Milton MilesWhenever the Presbyterian bellWas rung by itself, I knew it as the Presbyterian bell.But when its sound was mingledWith the sound of the Methodist, the Christian,The Baptist and the Congregational,I could no longer distinguish it,Nor any one from the others, or either of them.And as many voices called to me in lifeMarvel not that I could not tellThe true from the false,Nor even, at last, the voice thatI should have known.
Whenever the Presbyterian bellWas rung by itself, I knew it as the Presbyterian bell.But when its sound was mingledWith the sound of the Methodist, the Christian,The Baptist and the Congregational,I could no longer distinguish it,Nor any one from the others, or either of them.And as many voices called to me in lifeMarvel not that I could not tellThe true from the false,Nor even, at last, the voice thatI should have known.