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RING, HAPPY BELLS!
Ring out, O pealing bells;
Your clamour our gladness tells;
Sweet May—sweet May is wed to-day;
Ring out, O joyful bells!
Your clamour our gladness tells;
Sweet May—sweet May is wed to-day;
Ring out, O joyful bells!
Not—not in the dark deep sea,
As they whisper'd long, slept he,
Not cold and dead; to him she is wed
She never more thought to see.
As they whisper'd long, slept he,
Not cold and dead; to him she is wed
She never more thought to see.
That weary dream is past—
Wild sea, and wave-wash'd mast—
The o'erturn'd boat, and the dead, afloat,
To the rocks of the drear shore cast.
Wild sea, and wave-wash'd mast—
The o'erturn'd boat, and the dead, afloat,
To the rocks of the drear shore cast.
Young hands, with your sweetest showers,
Your brightest of garden flowers,
Strew—strew ye the way that she'll tread to-day,
This glad sweet bride of ours.
Your brightest of garden flowers,
Strew—strew ye the way that she'll tread to-day,
This glad sweet bride of ours.
Ring out—ring out, ye bells!
Your clamour our gladness tells;
From your old grey tower, for her bridal hour,
Ring out—ring out, ye bells!
Your clamour our gladness tells;
From your old grey tower, for her bridal hour,
Ring out—ring out, ye bells!
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