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 passed away;

And many a heart that then was gay,

Within the tomb now darkly dwells,

And hears no more those evening bells.

And so 'twill be when I am gone—

That tuneful peal will still ring on;

While other bards shall walk these dells,

And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.