Lyrics by Thomas Moore
Oft in the stilly night,
E’er slumber’s chain has bound me,
Fond mem’ry brings the light
Of other days around me:
The smiles and tears
of boyhood’s years
The worlds of love then spoken
The eye that shone
Now dimmed and gone
The cheerful hear now broken.
Thus in the stilly night
Ere slumber’s chain hath bound me
Sad mem’ry brings the light
Of other days around me
When I remember all The friends
so link’d together
I’ve seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted
Whose lights are fled
Whose garlands dead
And all but he departed.
Thus oft in the stilly night.
Thus in the stilly night
Ere slumber’s chain hath bound me
Sad mem’ry brings the light
Of other days around me
From By the Shores of Silver Lake
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