- Blue dusk has come,
Creeping o’er the hills in a hint of night.
My lips are dumb
To express my fear of fading light
Yet, all is well,
And a tranquil longing comes with the dark
I’ve yet to tell
Of the things I feel, the sights I see, but hark!
I hear sweet bells,
Tinkling softly to cheer me along the dark way,
And their music quells
All my fears; I know I’ll safely arrive at the dawn of day.