St. Mary's Bells

How many a time in Cratla's dells

I list your chime, St. Mary's bells!

And hearing, seem to find unfold,

As in a dream, the legend old;

Which tells of one with a master's hand,

Who of silver spun your magic bland,

That from your tower, at the holy hour,

Around us swells, St. Mary's Bells.

Again I view you founder sail

The ocean blue for Innisfail;

Again I hark the breakers roar

About his bark on Shannon shore;

Till in heaven-sent calm to the hope forlorn,

Your angel psalm o'er the ocean borne

Rings on his ear with rapture clear,

And with tears he tells his own sweet bells.