Poem by Eugene Field

Uhland's “Chapel”

Yonder stands the hillside chapel
  Mid the evergreens and rocks,
All day long it hears the song
  Of the shepherd to his flocks.

Then the chapel bell goes tolling—
  Knelling for a soul that's sped;
Silent and sad the shepherd lad
  Hears the requiem for the dead.

Shepherd, singers of the valley,
  Voiceless now, speed on before;
Soon shall knell that chapel bell
  For the songs you'll sing no more.

1. Pan Liveth
2. Fitte the Fifth
3. Fitte the Sixth
4. After Reading Trollope's History of Florence
5. A Lullaby

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