Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who weareth in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
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Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who weareth in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
Of his authority!

For bells are the voice of the church;
They have tones that touch and search
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For bells are the voice of the church;
They have tones that touch and search
The hearts of young and old.

One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.

One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.

Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
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Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
Bell, thou soundest solemnly,
When, on Sabbath morning,
Fields deserted lie!

The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.

The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.