THE BELLS
THE BELLS
THE OLD YEAR BELLS.Through the darkness, stealing, stealing,Comes their cadence, soft and low,While their music, pealing, pealing,Falls in sadness on the snow;Bid thee think of tasks neglected,Tell thee of the work undone,Of the hopes that have been shattered,E’er the year its course had run.Hear the bells! their voices saying:—“Of thy hopes keep but the bestWith the falling of our voices,Sinks the Old Year to its rest.”THE NEW YEAR BELLS.Through the darkness ringing, ringing,Come their voices bright and glad—With their music bringing, bringing,Thoughts that bid us ne’er be sad—Bid us turn from thoughts of sadness,For our dead hopes cease to sorrow;Tell us of the dawn of gladness,Hopes that brighten on the morrow.Hear the bells! their voices saying:—“Now the Old Year’s sunk to restWith the pealing of our voicesDawns the New Year,—that is best.”Zarion E. Weigle.
THE OLD YEAR BELLS.Through the darkness, stealing, stealing,Comes their cadence, soft and low,While their music, pealing, pealing,Falls in sadness on the snow;Bid thee think of tasks neglected,Tell thee of the work undone,Of the hopes that have been shattered,E’er the year its course had run.Hear the bells! their voices saying:—“Of thy hopes keep but the bestWith the falling of our voices,Sinks the Old Year to its rest.”THE NEW YEAR BELLS.Through the darkness ringing, ringing,Come their voices bright and glad—With their music bringing, bringing,Thoughts that bid us ne’er be sad—Bid us turn from thoughts of sadness,For our dead hopes cease to sorrow;Tell us of the dawn of gladness,Hopes that brighten on the morrow.Hear the bells! their voices saying:—“Now the Old Year’s sunk to restWith the pealing of our voicesDawns the New Year,—that is best.”Zarion E. Weigle.
THE OLD YEAR BELLS.Through the darkness, stealing, stealing,Comes their cadence, soft and low,While their music, pealing, pealing,Falls in sadness on the snow;Bid thee think of tasks neglected,Tell thee of the work undone,Of the hopes that have been shattered,E’er the year its course had run.Hear the bells! their voices saying:—“Of thy hopes keep but the bestWith the falling of our voices,Sinks the Old Year to its rest.”
THE NEW YEAR BELLS.Through the darkness ringing, ringing,Come their voices bright and glad—With their music bringing, bringing,Thoughts that bid us ne’er be sad—Bid us turn from thoughts of sadness,For our dead hopes cease to sorrow;Tell us of the dawn of gladness,Hopes that brighten on the morrow.Hear the bells! their voices saying:—“Now the Old Year’s sunk to restWith the pealing of our voicesDawns the New Year,—that is best.”
Zarion E. Weigle.