THE DEPARTED. BY PARK BENJAMIN. THE departed! the departed! And they glide above our memories, The departed the departed The good, the brave, the beautiful! In the cities of the dead! U 194 THE DEPARTED. I look around and feel the awe Of one who walks alone Among the wrecks of former days, I start to hear the stirring sounds For the voice of the departed That solemn voice! it mingles with I scarce can think Earth's minstrelsy The thrilling notes of birds, Can never be so dear to me, As their remembered words. I sometimes dream their pleasant smiles I know that they are happy, To think that they are gone. And they glide above our memories, But where the cheerful lights of home The departed the departed THE CHIMES OF ENGLAND. BY ARTHUR CLEAVELAND COX. Upon the bells. Zechariah, 14: 20. THE chimes, the chimes of Motherland, That out from fane and ivied tower As breaks the hallowed day, And calleth with a seraph's voice A nation up to pray! Those chimes that tell a thousand tales, Sweet tales of olden time! And ring a thousand memories At vesper, and at prime; At bridal and at burial, For cottager and king Those chimes-those glorious Christian chimes, How blessedly they ring! Outbreaking, as the angels did, How merrily they call afar, To cot and baron's hall, With holly deck'd and mistletoe, The chimes of England, how they peal From tower and gothic pile, Where hymn and swelling anthem fill The dim cathedral aisle ; Where windows bathe the holy light On priestly heads that falls, And stain the florid tracery And banner-dighted walls! And then, those Easter bells, in Spring! Those glorious Easter chimes! How loyally they hail thee round, Old Queen of holy times! From hill to hill, like sentinels, Responsively they cry, And sing the rising of the LORD, From vale to mountain high. U⭑ |