That I'm no Hilton in design—

In nature no De Wint!

Thrice happy time!—Art's early days!

When o'er each deed, with sweet self-praise,

Narcissus-like I hung!

When great Rembrandt but little seemed,

And such Old Masters all were deemed

As nothing to the young!

[THOSE EVENING BELLS.]

Those evening bells, those evening bells,