Echoes from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman


 

IN ST. CECILIA STREET


 

EACH morning when I hear the chimes
Of heavenly St. Cecilia’s ringing,
I think if I get up betimes
I, too, might hear the angels singing.

Then up I jump, with such a start

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That I am dressed before I know it,
And such a gladness in my heart,
I’m sure all day my face must show it.