Show LIGHTS AND SHADOWS The Bells 101s t A new version Oh the chlmlnir of tho bells Tuneful bell What a world of pleasure deep their melody foretells Over desert mount and plain We liavo waited long In vain For their rhyming for their chiming to wake up time quiet dells But tho silence seemed appalling And their muelc never falling On the ear it seemed forever We should never never never Hear tho rhymeful tuneful muelc of the locomotive bell Of the bells bells bells bells Dells bells bells bells bells bells Hear tho railroad engines coming with their bells City of the Angels lying by the sad Pa clllcs wave City of tho Saints reposing where a dead seas waters lave Listen theres a cadence falling that I future Joy fOretells Listen tis thf soulful chiming of tho locomotive bells How lie sweet sound ever swells Thro Nevadas quiet dells Where since creations morning naught but deepest Quiet dwolls TIs a promise often broken But ill lust wo have n token That no more our hopes will wither neath disappointments knell That the day Is I surely nearinG When tho music well bo hearing Of tho railroad engines coming with their bells With thalr bells bells bells bells Belle bolls bells bells bells bells Hear the locomotives coming with their bells locomotve At the magic of their music mount and valley wake with life I And where now Is I desolation Industry will then be rife And from village tower and steeple Othor bolls will call the people Till tho music of their ringing up to heavens high dome swells On the car ocn now tis ringing And a song of high hopo singing Thero Is wealth beyond all measure Thoro are mines of golden treasure That their rhyming and their chiming for tho futuro tells I Of tho bolls hells bolls belle bells bells Bolls bells bells bells bolls bells When tho locomotives cheer us with their I bolls A Changeling I met her one day In October The maiden I met In July But she didnt seem to remember rime only two months had passed by low wo strolled thro the meadows together to-gether Or sat by the whispering sea How all thro the bright summer weather She had been 1 sweetheart to mc She passed me by coldly unknowing Or knowing sho gave not a sign 1 Not u smile not a glance bestowing Whose smiles for a > nonth had been mine Jls a lesson I long will remember That somehow 1 cant tell you why A girl along In October Is not the samo girl In July Twas Eveli SoIl So-Il be your slave he murmured To wait upon you I love Your slightest wish will a command To forever mo prove Twas bummer then but chilly dar Have dawned on his desires He lies In bed till nearly noon Unless she builds the lire Suspected its Contents A letter from mv absent dear lenr Lies ontho table there Cj I look at It with doubt und fear To open hardly dare TIs not I fear Its lone Is cold Weve married been for years To send her cash I will bo told Ii causing all my fears An OldFashioned Sunday All day long Io spent In thinking ot those Sundays long ago Away back In dear New England where I was n boy you knos And 11 curious kind of feeling mingled both with Joy and pain Seems to lift me up nnd take mo to tho old farmhouse again From tho old lowgable window I see tho red sun rise Above the wooded mountains In the blue and cloudnecked skies Till the woodland and the meadow arc bathed with golden light And the calm and peaceful landscape like a plcturo moots the sight I hear tho cattle lowing within tho farmyard farm-yard near And the tinkling of the sheep bolls down tho long lane echoes clear Theres a cairn and pence about It that Ive novor known slnco then As If l Sabbath greeting even nature gave to menThe men-The chores arc qulckl ended milking done and breakfast oer And the big threeseated carriage stands In waiting at the door When mother Kate and Jennie In their Sunday finery Kit Como out and soon We ro speeding to the village fur nwny Over gentle hills through rolling valleys where the quaint farmsteads ritand On the graveled turnpike speeding oor the hushed and quiet land We pass UTitll tho village nestling midst tho trees Is near And the music of the church bells on the gentle breeze we hear At last vheii all aro seated within the house of prayer A sort of holy feeling accms to fill the very airTime I air-Time world of strife and sorrow has moved I so far away That though tho lips are silent tho heart it seems must pray The whitehaired priucher standing within with-In the pulpit tall Asks tenderly tint heaven should bl sUB s-UB one and all And with a depth of feeling Ive long slnco fell the loes Ho tells In simple lauguago the story of tlc cross Theres not 1 heart before him but Is lifted up I wean To a deep and fervent worship of tho lowly Nazarene NazarenQ In the afternoon we wander adown tho shaded lane Thro wood and over weadows when once at home again Or by tho brook or oer the hills or neath thu orchard trees While we send for very gladness our songs upon the breeze Oh the < quiet Sunday evenings In 1 the old fannhousc I kne Tvas Btiei joy Its very memory brings back my youth anew When we gathered by the hickory blaze vhllo mother gentle voice Thrilled us while she was reading the story of our choice Or when In tuneful chorus at twilights hour so dim Our voices raised together while wo sang an evening hymn Or what a benediction seemed then to nil the air When In the quaint old parlor we knelt at evening prayer Ah weary years have passed sInce then and 1 am old and gray And from the quaint old homestead have wfindurou far away And mother dear and father long years ago have died And brothers too and sisters aro sleeping I side by side In tall and great cathedrals Ive hoard the organ play While anthems grand have floated mid hit rafters far away Ive heard their df > op learned Priests discourse I dis-course In language eloquent < On things divine but I must own they I nocr the thrill hhve sent I I Within my heart an the old man I heard so long nio Of heavenly love they did not seem to have the samo warm flown flow-n Sunday noor to me has had the MI Iul tide of Joy Wt I u It lid I lit dpnr Nojv England whonU f was n Im yv boy ku 1 |