Out on the gloom-deep water, when the nights
Are choked with fog, and perilous, and blind,
She is the faith that tends the calling lights.
Hers is the stifled voice of harbor bells
Muffled and broken by the mist and wind.
Hers are the eyes through which I look on life
And find it brave and splendid. And the stir
Of hidden music shaping all my songs,
And these my songs, my all, belong to her.
D.H.
NOTES AND BIBLIOGRAPHY
NOTES
NOTE ON THE CHIMES
TO ACCOMPANY "SILENCES"
The bells of Charleston, like the bells of London Town, have a peculiar
interest. St. Michael's bells and clock were brought from England in
1764. When the British evacuated Charleston in 1782 they took the bells
with them. A Mr. Ryhineu bought them in England and returned them. They
were rehung in November, 1783. During the Civil War, St. Michael's
steeple was the target for Federal artillery and fleet guns. In 1861 the
bells were taken to Columbia, S.C., where two of them were stolen, and
the rest injured by fire when the city was burned.
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