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THE BELL
Old Bell, grave Bell, how fast thou chim'st away
The last dear hours that of dear days remain;
Ah, could I speak the thoughts my soul is fain
To speak, the memories that are mine to-day.
The last dear hours that of dear days remain;
Ah, could I speak the thoughts my soul is fain
To speak, the memories that are mine to-day.
I praise thee, Eton, thou art fair and free—
But most I thank thee that thou dost inspire
Him, that is weak and wayward, to desire
To do thy bidding, and be spent for thee.
But most I thank thee that thou dost inspire
Him, that is weak and wayward, to desire
To do thy bidding, and be spent for thee.
Mother, I will be faithful; though the Past
Stands half in tears and half, ah me, in shame.
So little done, although so large the scope;
I dare not grieve; I dare not be downcast;
These flowers shall bloom, the blazon of thy name,
The lilies of Love and Gratitude and Hope.
Stands half in tears and half, ah me, in shame.
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I dare not grieve; I dare not be downcast;
These flowers shall bloom, the blazon of thy name,
The lilies of Love and Gratitude and Hope.
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