First Line: Silently the shades of evening,

Silently the shades of evening
Gather round my lonely door ;
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.

2 Oh, not lost, but gone before us !
Let them never be forgot :
Sweet their memory to the lonely ;
In our hearts they perish not.

3 How such holy memories cluster,
Like the stars when storms are past ;
Pointing up to that far heaven,
Where we hope to meet at last.