SONG OF THE CARILLONEUR.

Ring out, my bells, in accents clear; Ring soft and sweet, And take a message true and dear To hearts that beat. Soothe the soul with sorrow aching; Cheer the life when all's forsaking; Sing of joy to hearts now breaking; Ring on, my bells! Ring out, my bells, across the plain; Ring wild and free, And wake the echoes back again To melody. O'er the mountains waft my dreaming, Where the sunset glory's streaming, Where the purple vines are gleaming; Ring out, my bells! Ring out, my bells; ring full and strong. My soul, to-day, Upon inspiring notes of song Would float away. From the gray old minster sending Tones that, in such concord blending, Tell of harmonies unending; Ring out, my bells! Ring out upon the listening air Your silver spell; Ring out the music quaint and rare I love so well: Hope to every faint one bringing, Peace on earth for ever ringing, And of Love eternal singing; Ring on, my bells! H. K. W.