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Am I To Be Blamed?
Theyre chasing me, theyre chasing, no they must
not catch me, I have enough money now, yes
enough for my starving mother and brothers.
Please let me go, let me go home before you
imprisoned me. Very well, officers? take me to your
headquarters. Good morning captain! no captain,
you are mistaken, I was once a good girl, just like
the rest of you here. Just like any of your daughters.
But time was, when I was reared in slums. But we
lived honestly, we lived honestly in life.
My, father, mother, brothers, sisters and I. But then,
poverty enters the portals of our home. My father
became jobless, my mother got ill. The small
savings that my mother had kept for our expenses
were spent. All for our daily needs and her needed
medicine.
One night, my father went out, telling us that he
would come back in a few minutes with plenty of
foods and money, but that was the last time I saw
him. He went with another woman. If only I could
lay my hands on his neck I would wring it without
pain until he breaths no more.
If you were in my place, youll do it, wont you
Captain? What? you wont still believe in me?.
Come and Ill show you a dilapidated shanty by a
railroad.
Mother, mother Im home, mother? mother?!. There
Captain, see my dead mother. Captain? there are
tears in your eyes? now pack this stolen money and
return it to the owner.
What good would this do to my mother now? shes
already gone! Do you hear me? shes already gone.
Am I to be blamed for the things I have done?
planned on going.
But my plans didnt matter.
foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she
gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! -how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III
Speech Chorale
The Bells
I
Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody
foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically
wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II
Hear the mellow wedding bells Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony