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Four o the clock ! Now all the world is still. Oh, London Bells, to all the world declare The Secret of the Empire read who will I The Glory of the People touch who dare !
THE BELLS:
Power that has reached itself all kingly powers, 'St. Margaret's: By love o'erpowered St. Martin's: By love o'erpowered 'St. dement Danes: By love o'erpowered, The greater power confers!
THE BELLS:
For we were hers, as she, as she was ours, Bow Bells: And she was ours St. Paul's: And she was ours Westminster: And she was ours,
As we, even we were hers!
THE BELLS:
As we were hers!
THE GLORY OF THE GARDEN
C~UR England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by; But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.
For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall, You'll find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of
all, The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dungpits and the
tanks, The rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the
planks.