• A Ballad
    THERE ’s a legend that ’s told of a gypsy who dwelt
      In the lands where the pyramids be;
    And her robe was embroidered with stars, and her belt
      With devices right wondrous to see;
    And she lived in the days when our Lord was a child
      On his mother’s immaculate breast;
    When he fled from his foes,—when to Egypt exiled,
      ...

  •  Sabbata pango;
    Funera plango;
    Solemnia clango.
    —Inscription on an Old Bell.    

    WITH deep affection
    And recollection
    I often think on
      Those Shandon bells,
    Whose sounds so wild would,
    In the days of childhood,
    Fling round my cradle
      Their magic spells.

    On this I ponder
    Where’er I wander...