G.W. Doane, 1824.
59 Stockwell. 8s & 7s.
Evening Meditations.
Silently the shades of evening
Gather round my lowly door;
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.
2 O the lost, the unforgotten,
Tho' the world be oft forgot!
O the shrouded and the lonely!