Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1849-11-29

Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bells
What world of merriment their melody fore
tells
How they tinllc, tnkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With crystalline delight
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the Naturalization that so unsteady wells
From the BELLS bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, BELLS
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding-bells,
Golden bells!
What world of happiness their harmony FORE
tells
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight
From the molten-golden notes,
All in tune,
What liquid ditty floats
To the turtlc-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon
Oh from out the sounding cells,
What gush of euphony voluninously wells
How it swes
How it dwes
On the Futlse how it tells
OF the rapture that impels
TO the swinging and the ringing
of the bells, bells, bells
OF the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells
To the rhyming and the Ginning of the bells!
Hear the loud alarum bells
Brazen bells
What tale Of terror, now, their turbulency tells
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their alright
Too much Mortified to speak,
They can only slrick shrek,
Out of tune,
In clamorous appealing to the mercy of the
fire,
In mad cxpostuation with the deaf and frantic
fire.
Leaping higher, higher, higher
With desperate desire,
And Il rcsolute endcavor
Now-now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon
oh, the bells, bells, bells
What a tale their terror tells
OF Despair!
How they clang and clash, and roar
What horror they outpour
On the bosom of the FACILITATING air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
BY the twanging
And the Changing,
How the danger GIBBS and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
BY the sinking or the swelling in the anger of
the bells,
Of the bells,
OF the bells bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, BELLS
In the clamor and the clangour of the bells!
Hear the tolling of the bells
Iron bells
What a world of solemn thought their monody
compels
In the silence Of the night,
How SILVER with alright
AT the melancholy menace of their tone
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their threats
Is groan.
And the people--ah, the people
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolng, tolling,
In that muilled monotone,
Feel glory in so rolling
On the human heart stone
They neither man nor woman
They are neither brute nor human
They are Ghous =
And their king it is who tolls:-
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A pHan from the bells
And his merry bosom swells
With the pRan of the bells
And he dances and he yells;
Keeping time time, time,
In sort of Runic rhyme,
To the pGan of the bells
OF the bells =
Keeping time, time time,
In sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbng of the bells
OF the bells, bells, bells,
To the sobbing of the bells:-
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In hapless Runc rhyme,
To the rolling Of the bells
OF the bells, bells, bells =
To the tolling of the bells
OF the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells BELLS bells
To the moaning and the grooming of the bells