Where bells no more affright the morn

Where bells no more affright the morn --
Where scrabble never comes --
Where very nimble Gentlemen
Are forced to keep their rooms --

Where tired Children placid¹ sleep
Thro' Centuries of noon
This place is Bliss² -- this town is Heaven --
Please, Pater, pretty soon!

"Oh could we climb where Moses stood,
And view the Landscape o'er"
Not Father's bells -- nor Factories,
Could scare us any more!