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It is the solemn even-time,
And the holy organ's pealing:
And the vesper chime, oh! the vesper chime!
O'er the clear blue wave is stealing.
And the holy organ's pealing:
And the vesper chime, oh! the vesper chime!
O'er the clear blue wave is stealing.
It is the solemn mingled swell
Of the monks in chorus singing:
And the vesper bell, oh! the vesper bell!
To the gale is its soft note flinging.
Of the monks in chorus singing:
And the vesper bell, oh! the vesper bell!
To the gale is its soft note flinging.
'Tis the sound of the voices sweeping along,
Like the wind thro' a grove of larches:
And the vesper song, oh! the vesper song!
Echoes sad thro' the cloister'd arches.
Like the wind thro' a grove of larches:
And the vesper song, oh! the vesper song!
Echoes sad thro' the cloister'd arches.
A. T.
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