ORIGINAL POETRY. S. Andrew's Bells.

Waikato Times, Volume XIX, Issue 1597, 28 September 1882, Page 4

ORIGINAL POETRY. S. Andrew's Bells.

As'l-Btrollod along the lane last eve, The moonlight round me streaming, I thought to let my fancy weave 'A garland in my dreaming. But. through the peaceful, crystal air, ■ 'There came sweet music stealing, That Scarcely roused me from my dreams, Though stirre,d my inmost frclinp. So faint upon my car it fell, The thoughts it brought 'twere hard to tell ! Methought beside an ivy tower I stood on hallowed ground, In my father's land at evening hour, With homely scenes around : Tho sounds I heard had called to prajcr For many a long, long year, My fathers, with the loved ones all, From happy homes so dear. So fair, so bright, so true it seemed, I scarce could think I only dreamed ! As clearer now the music came, I roused myself from dreaming; Again m foreign land I seemed, With the moonlight round me streaming; But btill my father's church was near, The bells they loved still pealing; The music dear, so sweet and clear, O'er hill and dale was stealing. To English hearts the chiming bell Of home and country aye shall tell ! H. Cambridge.