RELEASERespectfully Dedicated To My Father
MY work on earth at last is done,
The sunset of my life begun;
And I upon a lonely way
Wend feeble steps at close of day.
The dying sun in tender light
Kisses the earth a soft good-night;
Darkness of night comes on apace,
Millions of stars in boundless space
Come gleaming with the rising moon,
Whose silv'ry lustrous shining ray
Makes night more beautiful than day.
The sunset of my life begun;
And I upon a lonely way
Wend feeble steps at close of day.
The dying sun in tender light
Kisses the earth a soft good-night;
Darkness of night comes on apace,
Millions of stars in boundless space
Come gleaming with the rising moon,
Whose silv'ry lustrous shining ray
Makes night more beautiful than day.
And over hill and over dale
Resounding echoes from the vale
Carry the moans of human wail;
And near a hidden quiet nook,
I lay me down with one last look.
As in a dream I cross a shore,
Me thinks I've dwelt there long afore,
And see the portals all ajar,
Resounding echoes from the vale
Carry the moans of human wail;
And near a hidden quiet nook,
I lay me down with one last look.
As in a dream I cross a shore,
Me thinks I've dwelt there long afore,
And see the portals all ajar,
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