Full Lyrics
Hark! hark! the soft bugle sounds over the wood,
And thrills in the silence of even,
Till faint, and more faint, in the far solitude,
It dies on the portals of heaven!
But echo springs up from her home in the rock,
And seizes the perishing strain;
And sends the gay challenge, with shadowy mock,
From mountain to mountain again,
And again,
From mountain to mountain again!
Oh. thus let my love, like a sound of delight,
Be around thee while shines the glad day,
And leave thee, unpain'd, in the silence of night,
And die like sweet music away.
And when hope, with her warm light, thy glancing eye fills,
Oh say, "Like that echoing strain,
Though the song of his love has died o'er the hills,
It will waken in heaven again,
And again,
It will waken in heaven again."
