LINES ON HEARING THE BELLS RING OUT THE OLD YEAR.

Those village-bells, to Fancy’s ear,
In sweet, yet mournful tone,
Seem to ring out, — “Another year,
Another year is gone!”

The pris’ner’s sighs a moment cease,
He listens, checks his moan,
And cries, expectant of release, —
“Another year is gone!”

“Soon shall I pass this dungeon’s night,
Soon leave this cold damp stone,
Soon rush to liberty and light, —
“Another year is gone!”

And have not I a pris’ner’s chain?
Is not his joy my own?
May I not join his grateful strain, —
“Another your is gone?”

Another year, which barr’d my way
Up to that blissful throne,
Where there shall be one endless day,
When all our years are gone!

[The death of the Author of the above Poem in alluded to in Lady Colquhoun’s interesting work entitled ‘The Kingdom of God.’]



Notes by Andrew Guild:
This poem was published in The Scottish Christian Herald, 19 January 1839, p. 36.

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