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The Voices That Are Gone
[1]
When the twilight shades fall o'er meAnd the evening star appears
Memory brings the past before me
Joys and sorrows, smiles and tears.
Then again bright eyes are gleaming
With the love once in them shone—
Then like music heard when dreaming
Come the voices that are gone
Chorus.
Once again bright eyes are gleaming with the light that in them shoneThen like music heard when dreaming
Come the voices that are gone.
2.
Sweet as wood dove's note when callingTo her mate as night draws on,
Soft as snow flake lightly falling
Come the voices that are gone.
Voices heard in days of childhood
Softly at the hour of prayer,
Or loud ringing through the wildwood
When the young heart knew no care.
Chorus.
3.
So when life's bright sun is settingAnd its day is well nigh done,
May there be no vain regretting
Over memories I would shun;
But when death is o'er, to meet me
May some much-lov'd forms come on,
And the first sounds that shall greet me
Be the voices that were gone!
Chorus.
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