THE VILLAGE BELLS.

1. Who does not love the village bells, Their cheerful peal, and solemn toll! One of the rustic wedding tells, And one bespeaks a parting soul.

2 The lark in sunshine sings his song, And, dressed in garments white and gay, The village lasses trip along, For this is Susan's wedding-day.

3 Ah! gather flowers of sweetest hue, Young violets from the bank's green side, And on poor Mary's coffin strew, For in the bloom of life she died.

4 So passes life! the smile, the tear, Succeed, as in our path we stray, Thy kingdom come, for we are here As guests who tarry but a day.