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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume XII, Issue 536, 23 December 1867, Page 1

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BELL £IE]D3i channels of coolness the echoes are calling, & And down the deep gorges I hear the creek ; falling; It lives in the mountain where moss and the sedges Touch with their beauty the banks and the leases. Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers Struggles the light that is love to the flowers, And, softer than slumber and sweeter than singlug. The notes of the bell-birds are running and . ringing. The silver-voiced bell-birds, the darlings ef daytime I They sing in September their songs of the Maytime; When shadows wax strong and the thunder-bolts hurtle, "Ihey hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle; When rain and when sunbeams shine mingled together, They start up like fairies that follow fair weather; Aud straightway the hues of their feathers unfoldeu Are the green and the purples, the blue and the golden. October, the maideu of bright yellow tresseis, Loiters for love in these cool wildernesses; Loiters, knee-deep, in the grasses to listen, Where dripping rocks gleam and the leafy pools glisteu! Then is the time when the water-moons splendid Break with their gold, and are scattered or Mended Over the creek, till the woodlands have warning Of songs of the bell-bird aud wings of the Morning. Welcome as waters unkissed by the summers Are the voices of bell-birds to thirsty far-comers. When liery December set foot in the forest And the need of the way-farer presses the surest, Tent in the ridges for ever and ever The bell-birds direct him to spring and to river With ring, and with ripple, like runnels whose torrents Are tone by the pebbles and leaves in the currents. Often I sit, looking back to a childhood, Mixt with the sights aud the sounds of the wildwood, Longing for power and the sweetness to fashion, Lyrics with beats like the heart-heats of Passion Songs interwoven of lights, aud of laughters Borrowed from bell-birds in tar forest-rafters ; So I might keep in the city aud alleys The beauty and strength of tire deep mountainvalleys ; Charming to slumber the pain of my losses With glimpses of creeks and a vision of mosses. —S. M. Herald. IIEXIIY KENDALL.