The Gungy Christmas Bells

I find full happy days in town,

     Where life is bright and gay;

Where beauty smiles and friend beguiles

     The lonely hours away.

But through it all, beyond it all,

     I see old Gungy town,

I see her spires, her back log fires,

     With winter shutting down.

I hear sweet sounds across the snow,

     And see sweet faces, too;

The city’s light, its depth nor height,

     Can hide them from my view.

Now comes the sweetest sound of all,

     What gladness it foretells;

It is the sound of joy profound,

     The Gungy Christmas bells!

Ring sweet, ring loud O, Gungy bells!

     Wherever you may be;

Let every son, each wandering one,

     Hear your glad harmony.

Bring back, bring back to Gungy town

     By magic of your chime,

From pomp and show the hearts you know

     This blessed Christmas time.

Ring on, and on, the ages through,

     Nor have a silent tongue;

You are the solace of the old,

     The herald of the young.

Again I hear your welcome peal,

     What gladness it foretells!

Give ear I pray, give ear today

     To Gungy Christmas bells.

Sept. 7, 1914