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The Shades of Evening
STOCKWELL-Darius E. Jones
The Shades of Evening
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Silently the shades of evening
Gather round my lonely door;
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.
Oh, not lost, but gone before us!
Let them never be forgot:
Sweet their memory to the lonely;
In our hearts they perish not.
How such holy memories cluster,
Like the stars when storms are past;
Pointing up to that heaven,
Where we hope to meet al last.