by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

St. Mary's Bells
Language: English 
How many a time in Cratla’s dells
I list your chime, St. Mary’s bells!
And hearing, seem to find unfold,
As in a dream, the legend old;
Which tells of one with a master’s hand,
Who of silver spun your magic bland,
That from your tower, at the holy hour,
Around us swells, St. Mary’s Bells.

Again I view you founder sail
The ocean blue for Innisfail;
Again I hark the breakers roar
About his bark on Shannon shore;
Till in heaven-sent calm to the hope forlorn,
Your angel psalm o’er the ocean borne
Rings on his ear with rapture clear,
And with tears he tells his own sweet bells.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-04-08
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Word count: 110