 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
THE SYMPATHY OF THE BELLS.
I
Forlorn! Forlorn! I sit and sighAnd hear the church bells pealing high,
“One”—“two”—“three”—“four”—
No more, no more
Shall I be happy as before.
“One”—“two”—“three”—“four”—“five”—“six”—“seven”—“eight”—
There hangs a cloud upon my fate;—
The bells my very accents borrow,
And ring in sympathy of sorrow.
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II
But when with care-untroubled mindI hear the chimes upon the wind,
“One”—“two”—and “three”
Oh merrily!
“Four”—“five”—“six”—“seven”—
From earth to heaven.
“One”—“two”—“three”—“four”—“five”—“six”—“seven”—“eight”—
The joy-bells storm its opening gate;—
'Tis from my thought they take the measure,
And ring in sympathy of pleasure.
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