Twilight Dews.When twilight dews are falling fast,Upon the rosy sea;I watch that star whose beams so oftHath lighted me to thee.And thou, too, one that was so dear,Ah! dost thou gaze at even,And think, though lost forever here,Thou’lt yet be mine in Heaven?There’s not a garden walk I tread,There’s not a flower I see—But brings to mind some hope that’s fled,Some joy I’ve lost with thee.And now I wish that hour was near,When friends and foes forgiven—The pains, the ills we’ve wept through here,May turn to smiles in heaven.
When twilight dews are falling fast,Upon the rosy sea;I watch that star whose beams so oftHath lighted me to thee.And thou, too, one that was so dear,Ah! dost thou gaze at even,And think, though lost forever here,Thou’lt yet be mine in Heaven?There’s not a garden walk I tread,There’s not a flower I see—But brings to mind some hope that’s fled,Some joy I’ve lost with thee.And now I wish that hour was near,When friends and foes forgiven—The pains, the ills we’ve wept through here,May turn to smiles in heaven.
When twilight dews are falling fast,Upon the rosy sea;I watch that star whose beams so oftHath lighted me to thee.And thou, too, one that was so dear,Ah! dost thou gaze at even,And think, though lost forever here,Thou’lt yet be mine in Heaven?There’s not a garden walk I tread,There’s not a flower I see—But brings to mind some hope that’s fled,Some joy I’ve lost with thee.And now I wish that hour was near,When friends and foes forgiven—The pains, the ills we’ve wept through here,May turn to smiles in heaven.
When twilight dews are falling fast,Upon the rosy sea;I watch that star whose beams so oftHath lighted me to thee.And thou, too, one that was so dear,Ah! dost thou gaze at even,And think, though lost forever here,Thou’lt yet be mine in Heaven?
When twilight dews are falling fast,
Upon the rosy sea;
I watch that star whose beams so oft
Hath lighted me to thee.
And thou, too, one that was so dear,
Ah! dost thou gaze at even,
And think, though lost forever here,
Thou’lt yet be mine in Heaven?
There’s not a garden walk I tread,There’s not a flower I see—But brings to mind some hope that’s fled,Some joy I’ve lost with thee.And now I wish that hour was near,When friends and foes forgiven—The pains, the ills we’ve wept through here,May turn to smiles in heaven.
There’s not a garden walk I tread,
There’s not a flower I see—
But brings to mind some hope that’s fled,
Some joy I’ve lost with thee.
And now I wish that hour was near,
When friends and foes forgiven—
The pains, the ills we’ve wept through here,
May turn to smiles in heaven.