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Bowered on sloping hill sides rise
In sunny glow,the purpling vine;
Beneath the greyer English skies,
In fair array, the redgold apples shine.
To those in sun,
To those in snow,
Love is but one;
Hearts beat and glow,
By oak or palm,
Friends, in storm or calm.
On and on old Tiber speeds,
Dark with the weight of ancient crime;
Far north, thro' green nd quiet meads,
Flows on the Wye in mist and silv'ring time.
To those in snow,
To those in sun,
Love is but one;
Hearts beat and glow,
By oak or palm,
Friends, in storm or calm.
The pifferrari wander far,
They seek the shrines, and hymn the peace
Which herald angels 'neath the star,
Foretold to shepherds, bidding strife to cease.
England sleeps in shroud of snow,
Bells, sadly sweet, knell life's swift flight.
And tears, unbid, are wont to flow,
As 'Noel! Noel!' sounds across the night.
To those in snow,
To those in sun,
Love is but one;
Hearts beat and glow,
By oak or palm,
Friends, in storm or calm.
