THE BELLS AND THE QUEEN, 1911 G AY go up and gay go down To ring the Bells of London Town.' You'll hear the Bells ring overhead, In excelsis gloria! Ringing for Victoria, Ringing for their mighty mistress-ten years dead! Here is more gain than Gloriana guessed, Above all Kings have crowned their Queen their love Have crowned their love their Queen, their Queen their love! Denying her, we do ourselves deny, Disowning her are we ourselves disowned. Mirror was she of our fidelity, And handmaid of our destiny enthroned; The very marrow of Youth's dream, and still Yoke-mate of wisest Age that worked her will! Our fathers had declared to us her praise. Always our hearts lay open, each to each; Therefore men gave their treasure and their blood To this one woman-for she understood! Four o' the clock! Now all the world is still. The Bells: Power that has reached itself all kingly powers, The Bells: For we were hers, as she, as she was ours, O THE CITY OF SLEEP VER the edge of the purple down, We must go back with Policeman Day- Weary they turn from the scroll and crown, It is their right in the Baths of Night But we-pity us! ah, pity us! We wakeful; oh, pity us! We must go back with Policeman Day Back from the City of Sleep! Over the edge of the purple down, Ere the tender dreams begin, Look-we may look-at the Merciful Town, Outcasts all, from her guarded wall We wakeful; oh, pity us! We that go back with Policeman DayBack from the City of Sleep! F THE WIDOWER OR a season there must be pain— I shall lose the sight of her face, For a season this pain must endure, I shall sigh more often than smile For that season we must be apart, Till my life's last hour nears, But I shall not understand- Shall not know her for whom I strove, Till she reach me forth her hand Saying 'Who but I have the right?' And out of a troubled night Shall draw me safe to the land. |