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The Village Chimes! those dear old chimes! In fancy I can hear them still, Come pealing from the ivied church, That stood beyond my father's mill; I lov'd their music as a child, As years roll on I love them more, And joy to hear their well known tongues, Such flood of silv'ry music pour. "Ring out," they'd say, "all care and strife, All evil and all sorrow, Ring in, ring in that better life, That brings a brighter morrow."

O happy times that were so bright,
‘Till death struck home his icy dart,
And cast a cloud o'er my lov'd home,
A cloud that chill'd and sear'd my heart.
A mother's kiss, a mother's love,
Were lost to me, and on that day
The chimes were silent, dumb, and mute,
While I could only weep and pray,
Could only weep and pray.

But still the chimes as sweetly ring, Their dear old voices sound as bright, To say old Time will healing bring, And turn to day the darkest night. Yes! Yes! I love those dear old chimes. In fancy I can hear them still, Come pealing from the ivied church That stood beyond my father's mill. "Ring out," they say, "all care and strife, All evil and all sorrow. Ring in, ring in that better life, That brings a brighter morrow!"

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