"I am sure of one sweet shelter, one covert from the storm! The bells are ringing, S—, north, and east, and south, and your own village bell, and the people who love God, are expecting to go to meeting; don't you go S—, not to their meeting, but come with me this morning to the church within in our hearts, where the bells are always ringing, and the Preacher whose name is Love—shall intercede there for us!"
dickinson 1852 says the internet
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