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In Memoriam A.H.H.

         
            XXVIII.
             
      The time draws near the birth of Christ:
          The moon is hid; the night is still;
          The Christmas bells from hill to hill
      Answer each other in the mist.

      Four voices of four hamlets round,
          From far and near, on mead and moor,
          Swell out and fail, as if a door
      Were shut between me and the sound:

      Each voice four changes on the wind,
          That now dilate, and now decrease,
          Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
      Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.

      This year I slept and woke with pain,
          I almost wish’d no more to wake,
          And that my hold on life would break
      Before I heard those bells again:

      But they my troubled spirit rule,
          For they controll’d me when a boy;
          They bring me sorrow touch’d with joy,
      The merry merry bells of Yule.
       


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