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THE CURFEW CHIMES by VARNUM LANSING COLLINS

First Line: CLANGING, DINGING / SLOWLY SWINGING
Last Line: FLOAT DOWN FROM THE FROSTED SKY!
Subject(s): BELLS; MUSIC & MUSICIANS;
CLANGING, dinging,
Slowly swinging
In the village belfry high,
Hear them singing,
Quaintly ringing
Out their evening lullaby.

Hark! they're singing!
For they're flinging
Out a joyous melody, --
Sweet sounds winging
Heavenward, bringing
Mem'ries of the day passed by.

Thanks for blessing
They're addressing
To the Lover of us all;
And confessing,
Care caressing,
In their music's curfew call.

Angels kneeling,
With hushed feeling,
Gathered up those tones so sweet,
Softly stealing
The chimes' pealing,
Lay them at the Master's feet.

Then the swinging
Bells cease ringing
Out their liquid lullaby;
Echoes dinging,
Faintly singing,
Float down from the frosted sky!



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