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1868–1950

J. Milton Miles

Edgar Lee Masters

WHENEVER the Presbyterian bell Was rung by itself, I knew it as the Presbyterian bell. But when its sound was mingled With 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 life

Marvel not that I could not tell The true from the false, Nor even, at last, the voice that I should have known.

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