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        <s:content>~~The Gazette Poetry, September 22, 1821~~ \\&#xD;&#xA;by {link: L.E.L|http://ssad.bowdoin.edu:9780/snipsnap/eng242-s05/space/L.E.L.}&#xD;&#xA;&#xD;&#xA;How sweet on the breeze of the evening swells\\&#xD;&#xA;The vesper call of those soothing bells,\\&#xD;&#xA;Borne softly and dying in echoes away,\\&#xD;&#xA;Like a requiem sung to the parting day.\\&#xD;&#xA;Wandered from roses the air is like balm,\\&#xD;&#xA;The wave like the sleep of an infant is calm;\\&#xD;&#xA;No oars are now plying in flashes to wake\\&#xD;&#xA;The blue repose of the tranquil lake;\\&#xD;&#xA;And so slight are the sighs of the slumbering gale,\\&#xD;&#xA;Scarce have they power to waft my slack sail;\\&#xD;&#xA;Fair hour, when the blush of the evening light,\\&#xD;&#xA;Like a beauty is veiled by the shadow of night,\\&#xD;&#xA;When the heart-beat is soft as the sun&apos;s farewell beams,\\&#xD;&#xA;When the spirit is melting in tenderest dreams;\\&#xD;&#xA;A wanderer, dear England, from thee and from then,\\&#xD;&#xA;Yet the hearths I have left are my bosom&apos;s best shrine;\\&#xD;&#xA;And dear are those bells, for most precious to me,\\&#xD;&#xA;Whatever can wake a remembrance of thee;\\&#xD;&#xA;They bring back the memory of long absent times,\\&#xD;&#xA;Young hopes and young joys are revived in those chimes.\\&#xD;&#xA;To me they are sweet as the meadows in June,\\&#xD;&#xA;As the song which the nightingale pours to the moon.\\&#xD;&#xA;Like the voice of a friend on my spirit they come,\\&#xD;&#xA;Whose greeting is love, and whose tale is of home.\\&#xD;&#xA;How blithely they&apos;re wont to ring in the new year,\\&#xD;&#xA;The gayest of sounds amid Christmas time cheer.\\&#xD;&#xA;How light was the welcome they gave the young May,\\&#xD;&#xA;When sunshine and flowers decked her festival day.\\&#xD;&#xA;From the perfumed fields of the newly-mown hay;\\&#xD;&#xA;When no sound was heard, save the woodlark&apos;s wild song,\\&#xD;&#xA;And the peal of those bells born in echoes along;\\&#xD;&#xA;They were dear to me then, but now they are brought\\&#xD;&#xA;More home to my heart, for their music is fraught\\&#xD;&#xA;With all that to memory is hallowed and dear,\\&#xD;&#xA;With all those fond thoughts that but speak in a tear.\\&#xD;&#xA;Voiceless and holy--that simple chime is,\\&#xD;&#xA;As a spell on the heart at a moment like this;\\&#xD;&#xA;Yes, sweet are those bells, for most precious to me,\\&#xD;&#xA;Whatever reminds me loved England of thee!\\&#xD;&#xA;&#xD;&#xA;{link: text source|http://www.shu.ac.uk/schools/cs/landon/gazette/1821/1821.htm#21_5}</s:content>
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