THE BELLS OF TARJA.
From bells of Tarja the sad notes flow:
Faded the sweetheart of the brave youth.
Three doves are ringing the bells of woe,
To mourn their sister in love and truth.
With lily flowers they painted her shroud,
And that is why't is so pure and white.
Her love bends o'er it, and weeps aloud;
His heart's black tears its radiance blight.