A carol of bells

Ring, °joyous bells of London, (Christmas) Swing wildly with a will, Sing loudly over sea and strand Until your voices reach the land, Where all the bells are still. The carillons of Ypres, The chimes of Arras town, They hear you and they throb to you, But cannot even sob to you, (Toll sadly. bells of London, Your sisterbells are undone), The Huns have torn them down. Swing, Christmas bells; ring London bells; Sing on without abating, (Sing through this dark December,) And tell them we °are waiting, (remember) “Greetings to all!” Boom the bells of St. Paul; “Our loves never vary,'’ Vow the bells of St. Mary; “Our hearts are aglow,” Growls the great bell of Bow; “’Tis far you are from us,” Clash the bells of St. Thomas; “And long you are gone,”