 | Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell |  |
I.
Fox How! fair home 'midst Nature's fairest scene,
Encircled here by hills and there by wood!
On many spots of beauty have I stood
Where cloudless skies o'er verdant valleys lean,
And snow-clad mountains pierce the blue serene;
But never felt I in more reverent mood
Than in this dwelling of the great and good,
Whose memory here is still so fresh and green.
Encircled here by hills and there by wood!
On many spots of beauty have I stood
Where cloudless skies o'er verdant valleys lean,
And snow-clad mountains pierce the blue serene;
But never felt I in more reverent mood
Than in this dwelling of the great and good,
Whose memory here is still so fresh and green.
Lying outside the sights and sounds of strife,
Thy very air is full of peace and rest,
Far from the fret and weariness of life.
Here may we truest inspiration take,
From hill and stream, from meadow and from lake,
Also from what in noblest hearts is best.
Thy very air is full of peace and rest,
Far from the fret and weariness of life.
Here may we truest inspiration take,
From hill and stream, from meadow and from lake,
Also from what in noblest hearts is best.
| Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell | |