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Susanna Moodie (1803-1885)

The Sleigh-Bells


              1'Tis merry to hear, at evening time,
              2By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;
              3To know the bounding steeds bring near
              4The loved one to our bosoms dear.
              5Ah, lightly we spring the fire to raise,
              6Till the rafters glow with the ruddy blaze;
              7Those merry sleigh-bells, our hearts keep time
              8Responsive to their fairy chime.
              9Ding-dong, ding-dong, o'er vale and hill,
            10Their welcome notes are trembling still.

            11'Tis he, and blithely the gay bells sound,
            12As his sleigh glides over the frozen ground;
            13Hark! He has pass'd the dark pine wood,
            14He crosses now the ice-bound flood,
            15And hails the light at the open door
            16That tells his toilsome journey's o'er.
            17The merry sleigh-bells! My fond heart swells
            18And trobs to hear the welcome bells;
            19Ding-dong, ding-dong, o'er ice and snow,
            20A voice of gladness, on they go.

            21Our hut is small, and rude our cheer,
            22But love has spread the banquet here;
            23And childhood springs to be caress'd
            24By our beloved and welcome guest.
            25With a smiling brow his tale he tells,
            26The urchins ring the merry sleigh-bells;
            27The merry sleigh-bells, with shout and song
            28They drag the noisy string along;
            29Ding-dong, ding-dong, the father's come
            30The gay bells ring his welcome home.

            31From the cedar swamp the gaunt wolves howl,
            32From the oak loud whoops the felon owl;
            33The snow-storm sweeps in thunder past,
            34The forest creaks beneath the blast;
            35No more I list, with boding fear,
            36The sleigh-bells distant chime to hear.
            37The merry sleigh-bells with soothing power
            38Shed gladness on the evening hour.
            39Ding-dong, ding-dong, what rapture swells
            40The music of those joyous bells!

Notes

1] Susanna Moodie notes: "Many versions have been given of this song, and it has been set to music in the States. I here give the original copy, written whilst leaning on the open door of my shanty, and watching for the return of my husband." In 1834 Moodie moved to a log cabin, a 36-foot-by-32-foot house with parlour, kitchen, and two small bedrooms, standing on the shore of Upper Katchawanook Lake near a black cedar swamp surrounded by forest (279-82).


Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department of English, University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: Susanna Moodie, Roughing it in the Bush; or, Forest Life in Canada, rev. edn. (Toronto: Hunter, Rose, and Co., 1871): 172-73. B-11 6533 Fisher Rare Book Library.
First publication date: 2 March 1833
Publication date note: Albion (new York, March 2, 1833): 72.
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: RPO 1999.
Recent editing: 2:2002/4/4

Composition date: 1834
Form: couplets


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