Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

J. Milton Miles

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.

1. Percival Sharp
2. Jefferson Howard
3. Hare Drummer
4. Mrs. Benjamin Painter
5. State’s Attorney Fallas

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