RING the joy-bells, chime on chime! Sound the peal from shore to shore! Steadfast, dauntless, and sublime, England conquers as of yore! And let the people's voice That in the great immortal fight, II. Sound the requiem, loud and clear! A nation's grief reveal ; Yet, be the tears of sorrow dried; We owe their babes a glorious debt; And grief is vain, if it forget The claims of those who died. III. Ring the joy-bells, light the blaze! And let the deep-voiced cannon roar! She liberates the slave ; She aids the weak, she curbs the strong; She arms; and hopeful nations pray!She arms she fights-she wins the day! And Right succeeds to Wrong! THE SOLDIER'S RETURN. BY ROBERT BURNS. WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, I left the lines and tented field, A leal, light heart was in my breast, I thought upon the banks o' Coil, At length I reach'd the bonnie glen I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn |