A COUPLE OF POEMS BY TWAIN AND MOORE. 



THOSE EVENING BELLS. 



BY THOMAS MOORE. 



Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! 

 How many a tale their music tells 

 Of youth, and home, and that sweet time 

 When last I heard their soothing chime. 



Those joyous hours are passed away ; 

 And many a heart that then was gay. 

 Within the tomb now darkly dwells, 

 And hears no more those evening bells. 



And so 'twill be when I am gone — 

 That tuneful peal will still ring on ; 

 While other bards shall walk these dells, 

 And sing your praise, sweet evening bells. 



THOSE ANNUAL BILLS. 



BY MARK TWAIN. 



These annual bills ! these annual bills ! 

 How many a 6ong their discord trills 

 Of "truck'' consumed, enjoyed, forgot. 

 Since I was skinned by last years lot ! 



Those joyous beans are passed away ; 

 Those onions blithe, O where are they ! 

 Once loved, lost, mourned — nota vexing ills 

 Your shades troop back in annual bills ! 



And so 'twill be when I'm aground — 

 These yearly duns will still go round, 

 While other bards, with frantic quills, 

 Shall damn and damn these annual bills ! 

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