Poems (Bell)/The Evening Bell
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.
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.
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.
Neither time nor ages can efface,
Just as cadence of some sweet song lingers
Until the singer has long since left his place.