 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
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THE CHIMES.
I
Ring on, ring on, ye mournful chimes!We 're sad at heart to-day,
And dream of joys that Fate may not restore—
Of love and hope in bygone times,
Too quickly fled away:
Ring mournfully, ye chimes, evermore.
II
Ring on! yet why so sad, ye bells?O'er woods and waters borne,
Your tones but mock the fancies in the mind;—
With saddest thought a pleasure dwells;
Our hearts are less forlorn:
Ring sweetly, O ye bells, on the wind!
III
Ring on, ring on! let joy go round,—The shade of grief has pass'd,
The sky is bright, the world has bliss in store:
Ring on, ring on! for pleasure found,
And hope, that long shall last:
Ring merrily, ye chimes, evermore!
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