HONG-KONG LYRICS.

At anchor in that harbour of the island, The Chinese gate, We lay where, terraced under green-clad highland, The sea-town sate.

Ships, steamers, sailors, many a flag and nation, A motley crew, Junks, sampans, all East's swarming jubilation, I watched and knew.

Then, as I stood, sweet sudden sounds out-swelling On the boon breeze, The church-bells' chiming echoes rang out, telling Of inland peace.

O English chimes, your music rising and falling I cannot praise, Although to me it come sweet-sad recalling Dear childish days.

Yet, English chimes,—last links of chains that sever, Worn out and done, That land and creed that I have left for ever,— Ring on, ring on!