G GODMINSTER CHIMES. ODMINSTER! is it Fancy's play? I know not, but the word Sings in my heart, nor can I say I dreamed the name, or heard ; Yet fragrant in my mind it clings As bloffoms after rain, And builds of half-remembered things This vifion in my brain. Through aifles of long-drawn centuries Which God's own pity wrought; From Calvary fhines the altar's gleam, The Church's eaft is there, 8 Each seems a selfish faith to shout, My dream is shattered, yet who knows This discord into mufic flows O, chime of bleffed Charity, Peal soon that Eafter morn When Chrift for all fhall risen be That Pentecoft when utterance clear And hear My son in heaven! Dec. 9, 1858. 7. R. Lowell. |