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Sunrise.
But not alone the sun to meet—And not alone the sea to greet—Doth she , mirivall'd , woohis plight , While he caresses Avith his light . Breathing in beauty and in floivers , Fresh from the deiv-spring of her bowers , In all her bridal garlandry ,
And virgin vernal purity , As fair as Eden in its bloom , And sweet as its first bathed perfume , His earthly bride looks up to prove " For him her beauty and her love . And he , as if for her alone His crown of glory he had won . In one unbroken balmy blaze , Comes down and clasps her in his rays .
Village Bells.
VILLAGE BELLS .
BY GEORGE HEWLETT . I . SWEET village bells ! whose plaintive melody That meets my willing ear—as on this spot I musing stand—recals each happy scene And sad remembrance of my chequered lot .
ir . Those chimes oft mingled in the merry laugh Of my school comrades , in our boyish play ; And when at length I reached my manhood's prime , Pealed forth their welcome on my marriage day ,
HI . Another sound the village bells rang out , When but a feAv blest years had swiftly sped , When all was gone that made existence dear , And ivife and child were numbered with the dead .
IV . Like old friends' voices , still , your well known tones Remind me of the dear ones gone before , And murmur " Patience ; soon the day shall conic In brighter realms above , to meet once more . "
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Sunrise.
But not alone the sun to meet—And not alone the sea to greet—Doth she , mirivall'd , woohis plight , While he caresses Avith his light . Breathing in beauty and in floivers , Fresh from the deiv-spring of her bowers , In all her bridal garlandry ,
And virgin vernal purity , As fair as Eden in its bloom , And sweet as its first bathed perfume , His earthly bride looks up to prove " For him her beauty and her love . And he , as if for her alone His crown of glory he had won . In one unbroken balmy blaze , Comes down and clasps her in his rays .
Village Bells.
VILLAGE BELLS .
BY GEORGE HEWLETT . I . SWEET village bells ! whose plaintive melody That meets my willing ear—as on this spot I musing stand—recals each happy scene And sad remembrance of my chequered lot .
ir . Those chimes oft mingled in the merry laugh Of my school comrades , in our boyish play ; And when at length I reached my manhood's prime , Pealed forth their welcome on my marriage day ,
HI . Another sound the village bells rang out , When but a feAv blest years had swiftly sped , When all was gone that made existence dear , And ivife and child were numbered with the dead .
IV . Like old friends' voices , still , your well known tones Remind me of the dear ones gone before , And murmur " Patience ; soon the day shall conic In brighter realms above , to meet once more . "