'Twas but a Dream

'Twas at the hour of twilight,

The sun was sinking fast,

There came to me a vision

Of hapрy days long past;

I saw the old rose garden

In all it's glowing bloom

I heard the robins singing

As in the time of June.

Ah, 'twas but a dream

a dream with joy and sorrow blended,

And now. alas I sigh,

That with the dream.

My joy is ended:

Ah, the thought that all of those bright

days are gone forever

'Twas but a

I heard the nightwind sighing

All through the whisp'ring trees,

The scent of summer roses

Was wafted on the breeze;

I saw the rustic arbor,

Where in the days of love

We watched the golden stars

So far above.