Wherebellsnomoreaffrightthemorn

Where bells no more affright the morn --

Where scrabble never comes --

Where very nimble Gentlemen

Are forced to keep their rooms --

Where tired Children placid sleep

Thro Centuries of noon

This place is Bliss -- this town is Heaven --

Please, Pater, pretty soon!

Oh could we climb where Moses stood,

And view the Landscape oer

Not Fathers bells -- nor Factories,

Could scare us any more!