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 THE CHURCH BELL IN THE NIGHT

Sweet little bell That is struck in the windy night, I liefer go to a tryst with thee Than to a tryst with a foolish woman. THE VIKING TERROR

Bitter is the wind to-night, It tosses the ocean's white hair: To-night I fear not the fierce warriors of Norway Coursing on the Irish Sea.