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Show I j t . ' " i ; , rfgtaal orttg. ; , . , For the Union, " Bells, bolls, bells, bolls, What sweet strain their music tells Of golden days in the far away past ; Of youth's gay dreams, too bright to last ; Of the dearly loved homos of long ago, I . . kre fashion with, glitter, and tinsel, and show, With the many schemes, the artful device, Sought to cheat the foolish and nuzzle the wise: w ; ;. .Of the.clear sparkling streamlet; and flow :, . ery mead,' "Whose sweet lovoliness spoke of Heaven indeed : $ Of home's Sacred ties, of dearly loved JH friends, mm And all the joys swccV companionship j9jfl lends ; I MM The holy influence of the calm Sabbath JBB mom, JEM tf.- , Where Heaven seemed nearer, and new wmm thoughts Were born, mSM 1 As the Sabbath Bell calling, its notes WLm ; seem to say, HI s '' "Hasten, oh, hasten, while yet it Is day fl ' " And the sweet childish fancy that made it 3 , appear, 1 " This day, of all days, the blest of the year; 1) as God has appointed, a day of sweet rest t . From toilsome labor, for man and for beast: . , When nature seemed fairer, nor storms swepl the skies, ! r And Earth, . herself l'ghlened of sorrows V r'fc and sighs ; I . i The quiet fond clasp, the hearty hand j shake, That, come life or come death, no false pretence pre-tence make, ll m ) But in all life's wanderings, stoadfast and true, ';s J' Shall meet agam truly, when life's battle is U. i'ij ;. : through o. : clearoringing tones . that called " to '$ school,. '.The genius, the dullard, the mischief, the , ; . . f06l ' ;' ihe blooming young maiden, the wiiiBome J$l wee lasses, ' l .,; Tripping so lightly o'er flowors and . grasses, Hand in hand happy hearts, of the future ' n . no fears if.j , . : ; That dreams so illusivc:roll away with the t -.ft'- ,Qr that loves fondest tics may not last till ,V.!. (, V - : , to-morrow, ' . And promised given niny bring -direst sorrow:,: t-. - - ' V. , Ring on cheery bells, ring out your glad song j To youth's sunny morning, joys only v bolong. And, mingling with theBo is the sad funeral toll, Telling the departure of an immortal soul ; Striking the car, with its slow solemn tone, Like the heart thrilling pathos, of sorrows deep moan. So life is checkered, with its good and i's ill, And the heart-bells, though saddened, may be merry still, And as years bring, experience, know better bet-ter the worth Of knowledge that's gathered, sojourning on earth. Though friends may forsake and fortune prove fickle, ! There's truth in the saying 'many littles i make micklo," For though clouds oft hang o'er us, we see the bright gleam Of sunny spots somewhere, gilding : life's stream ; And perchance, far beyond, in the dim waning light, ' ....... rfs the star of bur lpstiaTyroifc: us a -right. ' " ' Then ring on merry bells, riiig, 'in- glad refrain, Welcome sweet hope, the good come again. July 1878.. . Betsie. |
