BY THOMAS MOORE.

WHOSE evening bells, those evening bells!

How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home, and native clime, When I last heard their soothing chime!

Those pleasant hours have passed away, And many a heart that then was gay,

Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening belle.

And so it will be when I am gone; That tuneful peal will still ring on, When other bards shall walk these dells And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.-