Tis filence all, and with the wind
The song has floated by.

But hark! there is a trembling note,
That in the distance seems to float,
Like far-off echoes of the train,

It kindles, it revives again, The diftant sounds approach more nigh, And all once more is harmony.

The bells which peal from that old

tower

Have been baptized with holy rite, For that alone would give the power Such solemn feelings to excite.

There is a cadence in the tone
That speaks of other worlds alone,
For sure no voice of earthly song
Could to those trembling notes belong,