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And herein's the story— Sweet Charity's glory— The story the lilies declare.
Out of the chiming of soft bells at Easter;
Out of the lily's perfume; Out of the riot of birds of the spring-time; Out of its myriad bloom Comes ever the story Of Christ's risen glory, That mantles with promise the tomb. |
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TWO REVELS.
In revel long they drink and sing;
The wassail bowl goes gayly round; From songs of love and war and chase
The ancient castle walls resound; The corridors and rafters ring
With echoes of the song and laugh; The chimney blazes glint the cups
That roystering gallants lift and quaff; They sing the deeds of men agone
And roar of comely lasses gay, 'Till reeling 'fore the goblet king
They prone beside the benches lay. |
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