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thy little bells of blue, So delicate of form and hue, And when I see them swing and sway I listen for the chimes to play; But dull has grown the mortal ear, And I can never, never hear The dainty tunes, but only guess Their music from thy loveliness.

Dost thou announce the day new-born, And ring the changes of the morn, And summon for an early mass The little peoples of the grass, That they may give fresh meed of praise For sun and rain and summer days? Dost thou the moon's late rising tell, And sound at eve a curfew bell?