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Poems (David)/Christmas Bells

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4586274Poems — Christmas BellsEdith Mary David
CHRISTMAS BELLS.
I LOVE ye, wild and merry bellsSpeaking of the bright golden past;As o'er the dale ye sound so wellThus borne on by the wint'ry blast;—So softly through the evening air,When the weary day is dying,Ye Christmas bells sweep wild and clearOn the gentle breeze that's sighing!
Ye bear me back to childhood's hour,To youth's unclouded happy day,And boyhood's golden dreams of fame,When grief or care were far away.The hours of pleasure past and gone,Bright hopes, alas! to come no more,—Ye bear me back, oh! Christmas bells,To the halcyon days of yore!