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The Bells of Fletching

THE FLETCHING bells, with silver chime,
  Come softened o’er the distant shore;
Though I have heard them many a time,
  They never sang so sweet before.

A silence rests upon the hill,
  A listening awe pervades the air;
The very flowers are shut and still,
  And bowed as if in prayer.

1. Arthur’s Seat
2. The Old Scottish Gentleman
3. The Haws of Cromdale
4. Lord Strafford’s Meditations in the Tower
5. Scornfu' Nancy

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