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Sweet Evening Bells
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Soft evening bells!–sweet evening bells!
O’er vale and plain your music swells,
And far away
The echoes play
O’er shaggy mount and forest grey;
And every rock its secret tells
To your soft chime, sweet evening bells!

Soft evening bells!–sweet evening bells!
Now twilight drapes the woodland dells,
And shadows lie
On the closed eye
Of flowers that dream beneath the sky;
Yet fainter, sweeter, tenderer swells
Your dying chime, sweet evening bells!

O evening bells!–sweet evening bells!
With every note that sinks and swells,
Sadly and slow
The warm tears flow
In pensive pleasure more than woe,
As Mem’ry wakes her witching spells,
‘Neath your soft chime, sweet evening bells!