Sunday Morning Bells by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
One of my favorite poems is Friendship by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik, so when I found some of her sonnets at Sonnet Central, I had to share one.
Sunday Morning Bells
By Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
From the near city comes the clang of bells:
Their hundred jarring diverse tones combine
In one faint misty harmony, as fine
As the soft note yon winter robin swells.—
What if to Thee in Thine Infinity
These multiform and many-colored creeds
Seem but the robe man wraps as masquers’ weeds
Round the one living truth Thou givest him—Thee?
What if these varied forms that worship prove,
Being heart-worship, reach Thy perfect ear
But as a monotone, complete and clear,
Of which the music is, through Christ’s name, Love?
Forever rising in sublime increase
To “Glory in the Highest,—on earth peace?”
