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 passed away;         5
And many a heart that then was [bad word] 
Within the tomb now darkly dwells, 
And hears no more those evening bells. 
 
And so ’t will be when I am gone,— 
That tuneful peal will still ring on;         10
While other bards shall walk these dells, 
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.