Glory of the Dying Day
Ogloryof the dying dayThat into darkness fades away!O violet splendor melting downBy river bend o’er tower and town!O glory of the dying dayThat into darkness fades away!O splendor of the gates of night!O majesty of dying lightThat all a molten glory glows,Till purple-crimson fades to roseAnd dying, melting, outward goesIn ashes on the even’s rim,When all the world grows faint and dim!O silvern sound of far-off bellsRinging, ringing miles awayOver river, fields, and fells,Round the crimson and the gray;Pealing softly evening outAs the dewy dusk comes down,And the great night folds aboutRiver, woodlands, hills, and town!O glory of the fading hills!Splendor of the river’s breast!O silence that the whole world fills!Sanctity of peaceful rest!Alien from the care of day,Now a petalled star peeps in:Now night’s choruses begin,Musical and far away.O glory of the dying day,When my life’s evening fades away,May it in splendid peace go downLike yours o’er river-bend and town—Not into silence blind and stark,Not into wintry muffled dark—But, heralded by stars divine,May my life’s latest evening rayMelt into such a night as thine.
Ogloryof the dying dayThat into darkness fades away!O violet splendor melting downBy river bend o’er tower and town!O glory of the dying dayThat into darkness fades away!O splendor of the gates of night!O majesty of dying lightThat all a molten glory glows,Till purple-crimson fades to roseAnd dying, melting, outward goesIn ashes on the even’s rim,When all the world grows faint and dim!O silvern sound of far-off bellsRinging, ringing miles awayOver river, fields, and fells,Round the crimson and the gray;Pealing softly evening outAs the dewy dusk comes down,And the great night folds aboutRiver, woodlands, hills, and town!O glory of the fading hills!Splendor of the river’s breast!O silence that the whole world fills!Sanctity of peaceful rest!Alien from the care of day,Now a petalled star peeps in:Now night’s choruses begin,Musical and far away.O glory of the dying day,When my life’s evening fades away,May it in splendid peace go downLike yours o’er river-bend and town—Not into silence blind and stark,Not into wintry muffled dark—But, heralded by stars divine,May my life’s latest evening rayMelt into such a night as thine.
Ogloryof the dying dayThat into darkness fades away!O violet splendor melting downBy river bend o’er tower and town!O glory of the dying dayThat into darkness fades away!
O splendor of the gates of night!O majesty of dying lightThat all a molten glory glows,Till purple-crimson fades to roseAnd dying, melting, outward goesIn ashes on the even’s rim,When all the world grows faint and dim!
O silvern sound of far-off bellsRinging, ringing miles awayOver river, fields, and fells,Round the crimson and the gray;Pealing softly evening outAs the dewy dusk comes down,And the great night folds aboutRiver, woodlands, hills, and town!
O glory of the fading hills!Splendor of the river’s breast!O silence that the whole world fills!Sanctity of peaceful rest!Alien from the care of day,Now a petalled star peeps in:Now night’s choruses begin,Musical and far away.
O glory of the dying day,When my life’s evening fades away,May it in splendid peace go downLike yours o’er river-bend and town—Not into silence blind and stark,Not into wintry muffled dark—But, heralded by stars divine,May my life’s latest evening rayMelt into such a night as thine.