THE BELLS

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Hear the sledges with the bells,

Silver bells!

What a world of merriment their melody foretells!

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night! 5

While the stars, that oversprinkle

All the heavens, seem to twinkle

With a crystalline deligit;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme, 10

To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells--

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

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