HONG-KONG LYRICS.

At anchor in that harbour of the island,

The Chinese gate,

We lay where, terraced under green-clad highland,

The sea-town sate.

Ships, steamers, sailors, many a flag and nation,

A motley crew,

Junks, sampans, all East's swarming jubilation,

I watched and knew.

Then, as I stood, sweet sudden sounds out-swelling

On the boon breeze,

The church-bells’ chiming echoes rang out, telling

Of inland peace.

O English chimes, your music rising and falling

I cannot praise,

Although to me it come sweet-sad recalling

Dear childish days.

Yet, English chimes,— last links of chains that sever,

Worn out and done,

That land and creed that I have left for ever,—

Ring on, ring on!