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BELLS.
YE melancholy bells!
Ye know not why ye 're ringing—
See not the tear-drops springing,
From sorrows that ye bring to mind,
Ye melancholy bells!
Ye know not why ye 're ringing—
See not the tear-drops springing,
From sorrows that ye bring to mind,
Ye melancholy bells!
Oh! doleful is your sound!
Your clear and plaintive knelling
Some sorrow-tale is telling;
Ye 're breaking now the hopes that twined
A mourner's heart-strings round.
Your clear and plaintive knelling
Some sorrow-tale is telling;
Ye 're breaking now the hopes that twined
A mourner's heart-strings round.
And ye will ring again!
And ye will ring to-morrow!
Yet not in notes of sorrow;
But with a joyful wedding-peal
Oh! ye will tremble then.
And ye will ring to-morrow!
Yet not in notes of sorrow;
But with a joyful wedding-peal
Oh! ye will tremble then.
And thus ye will ring on!—
To-day in tones of sadness;
To-morrow, peals of gladness;—
Ye'll sound them both, yet never feel
A thrill of either one.
To-day in tones of sadness;
To-morrow, peals of gladness;—
Ye'll sound them both, yet never feel
A thrill of either one.
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Ye ever-changing bells!
Oh! many ye resemble,
Who ever throb and tremble,
Yet never know what moves them so,—
Ye ever-changing bells!
Oh! many ye resemble,
Who ever throb and tremble,
Yet never know what moves them so,—
Ye ever-changing bells!
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