James Russell Lowell

“ O, when the room grows slow - ly dim, And life's last oil is
cres.
leaves un - bent, So is my mem - 'ry thrill'd and stirred; I
less con - tent, So my soul held that mo - ment's heaven; I
of my tent; The tent is struck, the vi - sion stays; I
near - ly spent, One gush of light these eyes will brim. On
on - ly know she came and went, So is my mem - 'ry
on - ly know she came and went, So my soul held that
on - ly know she came and went. The tent is struck, the
ly to think she came and went. One gush of light these
thrilled and stirred; I on - ly know she came and went. ”