Fleurs De Lys, and Other Poems by Arthur Weir
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"Ring out, bells, ring! Sing, mountain, sing! The king is dead, long live the king! Now fast, now slow; now loud, now low, Send out your chimes across the snow. "Old Year, adieu; welcome the New, The door stands open here for you. Come in, come in, the bells begin To falter in their merry din." Then, as the great bells ceased to swing, two broke A silver coin, for luck in days to come, And though no tender words of love they spoke, Yet hearts speak best when most the lips are dumb. _A GREATER THAN HE._ Baby sits upon the floor, Baby's scarce a twelvemonth old; Baby laughs, and _goo-goos_ o'er Memories how a babe of yore Humbled Glooskap bold. Glooskap was a man of might, |
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