Ding,
Dong, Bell!
Little children, down the
turnpike goes the year,
Down
through every dell,
All the bells of all the country
in its ear:
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
Through the meadows and the
woods, o’er the plain,
Past
where children dwell,
All the children, some in
joy and some in pain:
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
Is it from a belfry, or the
beating heart
Of
the year, this swell,
Solemn like the steps of friends
who have to part?
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
Little children’s homes
in heaven and on earth,
All
have hearts to tell
How good actions overflow
the year with mirth:
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
And it needeth not a steeple’s
voice to say,
What
a dreary knell
Hearts are ringing as their
goodness flies away:
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
Down the turnpike for you
comes another year;
Children,
treat it well:
Naught but goodness brings
to homes right jolly cheer:
Ding,
Dong, Bell!
John Weiss.