Those evening bells

Those evening bells! Those evening bells!

How many a tale their music tells

of youth, and home and that sweet time,

When last I heard their soothing chime.

Those joyous hours are past away,

And many a heart that then was gay

Within the tomb now darkly dwells

And hears no more these evening bells.

And so 'twill be when I am gone;

That tuneful peal will still ring on

while other bards will walk these dells,

and sing your praise, sweet evening bells.