The Bells of Youth are ringing in the gateways of the South: The bannerets of green are now unfurled: Spring has risen with a laugh, a wild-rose in her mouth, And is singing, singing, singing thro' the world. The Bells of Youth are ringing in all the silent places, The primrose and the celandine are out: Children run a-laughing with joy upon their faces, The west wind follows after with a shout. The Bells of Youth are ringing from the forests to the mountains, From the meadows to the moorlands, hark their ringing! Ten thousand thousand splashing rills and fern-dappled fountains Are flinging wide the Song of Youth, and onward flowing, singing! The Bells of Youth are ringing in the gateways of the South: The bannerets of green are now unfurled: Spring has risen with a laugh, a wild-rose in her mouth, And is singing, singing, singing thro' the world.
The Bells of Youth
Song Cycle by Jack Hawes (b. 1916)
?. The bells of youth  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "The bells of youth", appears in The Hour of Beauty, first published 1907
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Language: English
The stars wailed when the reed was born, And heaven wept at the birth of the thorn: Joy was pluckt like a flower and torn, For Time foreshadowed Good-Friday Morn. But the stars laughed like children free And heaven was hung with the rainbow's glee When at Easter Sunday, so fair to see, Time bowed before Eternity.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Easter", appears in The Hour of Beauty, first published 1907
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. The lost star  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
A star was loosed from heaven; All saw it fall, in wonder, Where universe clashed universe With solar thunder. The angels praised God's glory, To send this beacon-flare To show the terror of darkness Beneath the Golden Stair. But God was brooding only Upon new births of light; The star was a drop of water On the lips of Eternal Light.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "The lost star", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1896
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 268