Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: When the night wind bewaileth the fall of the year
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Fillmore
Tune: Night-Wind
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 025, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhen the night wind bewaileth the fall of the year,
As it sweeps from the forest the leaves that are sere,
I awake from my slumber and list to the roar,
And it saith to my spirit, No more, nevermore.
Thro' memory's chambers the forms of the past,
And the joys of my childhood come forth on the blast,
And the lost ones, whose beauty I used to adore,
To my heart seem to murmur, No more, nevermore.
All the trees of the forest shall blossom again,
And the song bird shall carol a soul thrilling strain,
But the heart fate has wasted no bloom can restore,
And its songs shall be joyous no more, never more.