Poem by Thomas Moore

Those Evening Bells

Those evening bells! Those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells
of youth, and home and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime.

Those joyous hours are past away,
And many a heart that then was gay
Within the tomb now darkly dwells
And hears no more these evening bells.

And so 'twill be when I am gone;
That tuneful peal will still ring on
while other bards will walk these dells,
and sing your praise, sweet evening bells.

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 38
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 53
3. Cupid Armed
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 108. Sing — Sing — Music Was Given
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 68

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