Silently the shades of evening
Gather round my lowly door;
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.
O the lost
the unforgotten
Though the world be oft forgot!
O the shrouded and the lonely
In our hearts they perish not!
Living in the silent hours
Where our spirits only blend
They
unlinked with earthly trouble
We
still hoping for its end.
How such holy memories cluster
Like the stars when storms are past
Pointing up to that fair heaven
We may hope to gain at last.