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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

BELLS RINGING.

Hark! what a sound!
Ding dong—ding dong;
Spreading all around,
Ding dong—ding dong:
Merry are the wavy swells
Coming from the village bells,
Spreading round
Such a sound,
Ding dong—ding dong.
Soft the sounds steal,
Softly,—ding dong;
Softer now the peal,
Like a faint song;
Louder now the music swells,
Coming from the village bells,
Spreading round
Such a sound,—
Ding dong—ding dong.