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THE CHURCH BELL IN THE NIGHT

Sweet little bell
That is struck^[1] in the windy night,
I liefer go to a tryst with thee
Than to a tryst with a foolish woman.

THE VIKING TERROR

Bitter is the wind to-night,
It tosses the ocean's white hair:
To-night I fear not the fierce warriors of Norway
Coursing on the Irish Sea.

1. The tongueless Irish bells were struck, not rung.

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