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 those evening bells.

And so 'twill be when I am gone:

That tuneful peal will still ring on,

While other bards shall walk these dells,

And sing your praise, sweet evening bells!