War Drums (Scharkie)/Even-song

by Louis Edward Scharkie

EVEN-SONG.

Calm the twilight silence creepeth
Up the golden-storied west.
Nature, like an infant, sleepeth
Soft in innocence and rest.
Hark! a phantom music pealeth.
There the angel-lips repeat,
"In the twilight, passion feeleth,
Love is blessed, love is sweet."

CHORUS.

List ye! loose your soul's light pinions.
Fly, where angel-lips repeat,
"In the gloaming, passion feeleth
Love is blessed, love is sweet"

O'er the lea, the sheep-bells tinkle;
On the heights, the sun is low;
Waters, thro' the dingle, sprinkle
Murmurous music as they flow.
Hark! they seem to mutter lowly,
Swelling on the stilly air,
"In the gloaming, gathered slowly
Love is blessed, love is fair."

CHORUS.

List, ye! as they mutter lowly,
Swelling on the stilly air,
"In the gloaming, gathered slowly,
Love is blessed, love is fair."