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The source of that whispering strain I'll tell, 
For I’ve listened oft 
To the music faint of the Blue Harebeil, 
In the gloaming soft, 
"Tis the gay fairy folk that peal who ring 
At even-time for their banqueting. | 
And gaily the trembling bells peal out | 
With gentle tongue, | 
While elves and fairies career about | 
’Mid dance and song. | ! 
O! roses and lilies are fair to see | | 
But the wild Blue-Bell is the flower for me. 
THE CHIME OF THE HAREBELL. 
Over the moorland, over the lea, | 
Dancing airily, there are we; ! 
Sometimes, mounted on stems aloft, | 
We wave o’er Broom and Heather, | 
To meet the kiss of the zephyr soft : | 
Sometimes close together. 
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