The Christmas Bells.
The keen frost shrivells the last dead leaves,The storm through the forest yells;But on the wild blast soft music floatsO’er woodlands and moors and fells—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,Tong-Tong-a-Ting-Ting,”Just hark to the Christmas bells!Gay mirth is around each social hearth,With rapture each bosom swells,And each soul owns the mystical powerOf this ancient music’s spells—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.The gay dance runs through the laurell’d hall,Where youth and fair beauty dwells;But o’er the brisk sounds that time their steps,A deep-toned sound excels—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.To th’ old it recalls dim years long past,It opens the grave’s dark cells,And whilst they muse on the loved and lost,A tear to the eye compels—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.Yet breathes it still, with high hope to all,As that sacred carol swells,And with the voice of an angel’s songOf Goodness and Mercy tells—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.
The keen frost shrivells the last dead leaves,The storm through the forest yells;But on the wild blast soft music floatsO’er woodlands and moors and fells—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,Tong-Tong-a-Ting-Ting,”Just hark to the Christmas bells!Gay mirth is around each social hearth,With rapture each bosom swells,And each soul owns the mystical powerOf this ancient music’s spells—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.The gay dance runs through the laurell’d hall,Where youth and fair beauty dwells;But o’er the brisk sounds that time their steps,A deep-toned sound excels—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.To th’ old it recalls dim years long past,It opens the grave’s dark cells,And whilst they muse on the loved and lost,A tear to the eye compels—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.Yet breathes it still, with high hope to all,As that sacred carol swells,And with the voice of an angel’s songOf Goodness and Mercy tells—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.
The keen frost shrivells the last dead leaves,The storm through the forest yells;But on the wild blast soft music floatsO’er woodlands and moors and fells—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,Tong-Tong-a-Ting-Ting,”Just hark to the Christmas bells!
The keen frost shrivells the last dead leaves,
The storm through the forest yells;
But on the wild blast soft music floats
O’er woodlands and moors and fells—
“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,
Tong-Tong-a-Ting-Ting,”
Just hark to the Christmas bells!
Gay mirth is around each social hearth,With rapture each bosom swells,And each soul owns the mystical powerOf this ancient music’s spells—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.
Gay mirth is around each social hearth,
With rapture each bosom swells,
And each soul owns the mystical power
Of this ancient music’s spells—
“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.
The gay dance runs through the laurell’d hall,Where youth and fair beauty dwells;But o’er the brisk sounds that time their steps,A deep-toned sound excels—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.
The gay dance runs through the laurell’d hall,
Where youth and fair beauty dwells;
But o’er the brisk sounds that time their steps,
A deep-toned sound excels—
“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.
To th’ old it recalls dim years long past,It opens the grave’s dark cells,And whilst they muse on the loved and lost,A tear to the eye compels—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.
To th’ old it recalls dim years long past,
It opens the grave’s dark cells,
And whilst they muse on the loved and lost,
A tear to the eye compels—
“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.
Yet breathes it still, with high hope to all,As that sacred carol swells,And with the voice of an angel’s songOf Goodness and Mercy tells—“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.
Yet breathes it still, with high hope to all,
As that sacred carol swells,
And with the voice of an angel’s song
Of Goodness and Mercy tells—
“Ting-Ting-a-Tong-Tong,” &c.