text:  Long in these walls--long may we greet Your footfalls Peace and concord sweet! Distant the day Oh! distant far When the rude hordes of trampling War Shall scare the silent vale; And where Now the sweet heaven when day doth leave The air; Limns its soft rose-hues on the veil of Eve; Shall the fierce war-brand tossing in the gale From town and hamlet shake the horrent glare! * * * * * Now its destined task fulfill'd Asunder break the prison-mould; Let the goodly Bell we build Eye and heart alike behold