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CHURCH BELLS AND SHEEP BELLS.

CHURCH BELLS AND SHEEP BELLS.

The

Faintly and sweet 'twixt far and near,

How solemn and how clear

Of ever-mingling wealth and woe,

The requiem below.

As tho' a voice from Heaven should fall,

And harmonising all.

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THE BROOK AT SUNSET.

THE BROOK AT SUNSET.

Could

Eclipse our little stream to-night?

Such amber streams,

And ruby gleams

Fringed all along with dazzling light

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