THOSE SHANDON BELLS.

Those Shandon bells, those Shandon bells!

Whose deep, sad tone now sobs, now swells —

Who comes to seek this hallowed ground,

And sleep within their sacred sound?

‘ Tis one who heard these chimes when young,

And who in age their praises sung,

Within whose breast their music made

A dream of home where'er he strayed.

And, oh! if bells have power to-day

To drive all evil things away,

Let doubt be dumb, and envy cease —

And round his grave reign holy peace.

True love doth love in turn beget,

And now these bells repay the debt;

Whene'er they sound, their music tells

Of him who sang sweet Shandon bells!