. A twisted skein:. FINALE. I. ARK to the merry bells! Upon the slumbrous air flung far andnearPeals oat their mellow chiming, soft yet clear;And as their music floats oer hill and plain,All the glad echoes chant a sweet every note that swellsUpon the dreamy air, deep organ tonesAre sweetly blending, — not- with plaintivemoans, 248 FINALE. But with a joyous burst rolls grandly out The Wedding March, and lingers sweet about The echoing arches highUpon whose proud support the old church need to ask what bell or music means,Nor why yon altar is a fragrant bowerEn woven thick

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. A twisted skein:. FINALE. I. ARK to the merry bells! Upon the slumbrous air flung far andnearPeals oat their mellow chiming, soft yet clear;And as their music floats oer hill and plain,All the glad echoes chant a sweet every note that swellsUpon the dreamy air, deep organ tonesAre sweetly blending, — not- with plaintivemoans, 248 FINALE. But with a joyous burst rolls grandly out The Wedding March, and lingers sweet about The echoing arches highUpon whose proud support the old church need to ask what bell or music means,Nor why yon altar is a fragrant bowerEn woven thick of many a snowy flower; No need to query whyThat fiuttring, gay-robed throng fills up the chairsThick scattered through the nave to altar now a hush falls oer the waiting crowd,Broke only by a rustle, and the loud Triumphant organ notes,As through the wide-swung doors, preceded slow FINALE 249 By ushers decked with favors white as snow,The fair bride comes with downcast eyes, and cheeksWhose heightened

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