Poetry of the bells, . 2i %. I love ye—chimes of Motherland,With all this soul of mine,And bless the Lord that I am sprungOf good old Englifh line :%> And like a son I fing the lay V That Englands glory tells ;. For flie is lovely to the Lord,f For you, ye Chriftian bells ! y f } And heir of her anceftral fame,Though far away my birth,Thee too I love, my Foreft-land, Y The joy of all the earth ;\ For thine thy mothers voice fhall be,aL And here—where God is King, With Englifh chimes, from Chriftian ^r spires, AJ The wilderness fhall ring. & Arthur C. Coxe. 4I

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