Verse 1
Silently the shades of evening
Gather round my lowly door;
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.
Verse 2
O the lost, the unforgotten,
Tho’ the world be oft forgot!
O the shrouded and the lonely!
In our hearts they perish not.
Verse 3
Living in the silent hours,
Where our spirits only blend--
They, unlinked with earthly trouble;
We, still hoping for its end.
Verse 4
How such holy memories cluster,
Like the stars when storms are past;
Pointing up to that far heaven
We may hope to gain at last.
C. C. Cox, “Silently the Shades of Evening”