TWILIGHT THOUGHTS
I am sitting in the gloaming,
In the gloaming all alone;
Listening only to the moaning
Of the organ's plaintive tone;
Hearing but the distant footsteps
Of the ages that have fled;
Seeing but the shadowy faces
Of the nations long since dead.
In the gloaming all alone;
Listening only to the moaning
Of the organ's plaintive tone;
Hearing but the distant footsteps
Of the ages that have fled;
Seeing but the shadowy faces
Of the nations long since dead.
Long, long years ago they wandered
In the paths we daily tread,
For a little while they pondered
On the living and the dead;
Then they passed away in silence
To the cities of the dumb;
Making way for those who followed,
Making room for us to come.
In the paths we daily tread,
For a little while they pondered
On the living and the dead;
Then they passed away in silence
To the cities of the dumb;
Making way for those who followed,
Making room for us to come.
O remote and distant ages,
Unknown tribes or empires grand;
Whether savages or sages,
Ye have written on the sand,
And the sands of time dissolving
Into life's great ocean tossed,
Year by year grow faint and fainter,
Few indeed are never lost.
Unknown tribes or empires grand;
Whether savages or sages,
Ye have written on the sand,
And the sands of time dissolving
Into life's great ocean tossed,
Year by year grow faint and fainter,
Few indeed are never lost.
These, like monuments are standing,
O'er the tombs of millions more;
Names that age to age are handing,
Landmarks left along the shore
O'er the tombs of millions more;
Names that age to age are handing,
Landmarks left along the shore
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