  The shadows are whispering through the leaves, In the beautiful twilight hour, O’er the sparkling fountains murmuring seas, In the wake of each lovely flow’r, So serenely still, and unearthly fair, Just like the moonbeams gentle ray, Now they glide away through the forest deep To the mansion house old and grey. Yes, on to the mansion house far above, The shadows, fleeting souls of light, On love’s bright golden wings go whispering, Of vice and greed, of right and might Of the battles fought, the victories won. The good and the ill that men do, Then back through the twilight they softly steal Whispering hope to me and you. |
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