112 BYGONE SUSSEX.
6. If e'er in life's wanderings I reach thee once more,
It will be like re-meeting some long-cherished friend, Who with radiant smiles, and with frank tender looks,
A kind heart-toned voice can most charmingly blend; Amidst bare woodless cliffs is thy shelter and rest;
Thou dost soothe to reflection the best amongst men, Like a flower in a desert, a friend in the world, Art thou, in thy solitude—sweet Fairlight Glen !
In the little village of Gardner Street, near
Herstmonceux, there is a house across which
a creeper has been trained to form the
inscription, " Praise the Lord," in words which
almost cover the upper portion of the front of the
Down in Sussex, green and sweet, In village quaint of Gardner Street, Stands a dwelling, clean and neat. " Praise the Lord."
Such the legend read of all, Tendrils trained against the wall, Say, in letters large and tall, " Praise the Lord."
One who dwelt there in the past, Made the creepers safe and fast, Made them say in words that last, " Praise the Lord."
Sure he had a poet's brain, Silent branches thus to train,