Its strength: like the hand of God it moves- And the next flash gleamed on a maniac's eye. THE INCHCAPE BELL. Southey. No stir in the air, no swell on the sea, With neither sign nor sound of shock, The pious abbot of Aberbrothock Had plac'd that bell on the Inchcape Rock; When the rock was hid by the tempest swell, The float of the Inchcape Bell was seen, His eye was on the bell and float;' The boat is lower'd, the boatmen row, Down sank the bell with a gurgling sound, Quoth he-" The next who comes to the rock Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away; So thick a haze o'erspread the sky, "Canst hear," said one, "the breakers roar? But I wish we could hear the Inchcape Bell." They heard no sound: the swell is strong; Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, : THE END. William Eglington, Printer, 92, Goswell Street, London. |