A day will come, all so dreary, When you will be left all alone,You will weep and your heart will be weary When you realize that I am gone—"Gone" from your sight, "gone" for'er love, Far from this world's earthly care:Out of the darkness to light, love, From troubles you could not share.
You will think of the words I have spoken. Of the love I can never more prove,You will think of a face up in Heaven Watching o'er you from Above;And the world will go on just the same, love, And the sun just as brightly will shine,Other lips will press yours in parting, Other hands will clasp yours—not mine!
The days will be plenteous with brightness, Other friends your laurels will share,They'll know naught of the heart-rending sorrow, Or the burden of woe that yon bear.And I know that you'll miss me, my darling! And long for the days of the past,Days fraught with sunshine and gladness, Happy days all too bright to last.
But—There's a land where earth's cares and its shadows. Fade away in the beautiful skies,Yes, in realms up Above, O my dear one! 'Tis there true love never dies!
THE EVENING BELL.
Now upon my senses softly stealing, Comes the sound of evening's Vesper bell,Sending mem'ries thro' my heart resounding, Telling me of times remembered well.
Bringing recollections dear and tender Of a dream that's long since passed away,Recollections that I'll long remember, Oft' to them my willing thoughts will stray.
In my mind bright pictures I can see, Neither time nor ages can efface,Just as cadence of some sweet song lingers Until the singer has long since left his place.
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