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Four o the clock ! Now all the world is still. Oh, London Bells, to all the world declare The Secret of the Empire read who will I The Glory of the People touch who dare !

THE BELLS:

Power that has reached itself all kingly powers, 'St. Margaret's: By love o'erpowered St. Martin's: By love o'erpowered 'St. dement Danes: By love o'erpowered, The greater power confers!

THE BELLS:

For we were hers, as she, as she was ours, Bow Bells: And she was ours St. Paul's: And she was ours Westminster: And she was ours,

As we, even we were hers!

THE BELLS:

As we were hers!

THE GLORY OF THE GARDEN

C~UR England is a garden that is full of stately views,

Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by; But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.

For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall, You'll find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of

all, The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dungpits and the

tanks, The rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the

planks.