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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. The Banks o’ Glaizart
2. Glen-Orra
3. Barthram’s Dirge
4. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement
5. Shakespeare’s Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon

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