THE BELLS OF OSTEND.

WRITTEN ON A BEAUTIFUL MORNING AFTER A STORM,

BY W. L. BOWLES.

THE MUSIC COMPOSED AND RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO

SAMUEL MOFFAT JR, ESQ. OF ALBANY,

Allegretto. Moderato.

BY J. HILTON JONES.

8va.

No, I

never, till life and its shadows shall end, Can forget the sweet sound of the

bells of Ostend! The day set in darkness, the wind it blew loud, And rung as it pass'd thro' each

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THE BELLS OF OSTEND.

murmuring shroud. My forehead was wet with the foam of the spray, My heart

sighed in secret for

those far away; When slowly the morning advanc'd from the east,

The toils and the noise of the

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tempest had ceased: The peal from a land I ne'er saw seemed to say, Let the stranger forget all his

Yet the short-lived emotion was mingled with pain-
I thought of those eyes I should ne'er see again;
I thought of the kiss, the last kiss which I gave,
And a tear of regret fell unseen on the wave;
I thought of the schemes fond affection had planned,
Of the trees, of the towers of my own native land;
But still the sweet sounds, as they swelled on the air
Seemed tidings of pleasure, though mournful to bear;
And I never, till life and its shadows shall end,
Can forget the sweet sound of the bells of Ostend.