Silently, the shades of ev'ning
Gather round my lonely door,
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.

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

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