Full Lyrics
'Tis twilight's holy hour!
The sun is sinking to a sweet repose;
In beauty each fair flower,
Its petals softly, sweetly doth close.
DIm shadows slowly creep
O'er hill and dale, and ancient mountain wood;
down many a sloping steep,
Where mossgrown nooks for centuries have stood.
'Tis twilight's holy hour!
The sun is sinking to a sweet repose.
The stream whose crystal breast
In noonday sun with crimson blushes burned
Now peacefully doth rest,
Soft shadows veiling its fair face upturned.
Sweet harmony doth reign;
While softly, richly mellow fades the light,
The daybeam's sweet refrain,
This silent hour which heralds in the night.
'Tis twilight's holy hour!
The sun is sinking to a sweet repose.
