W. Wilfred Campbell - Glory of the Dying Day lyrics

O glory of the dying day That into darkness fades away! O violet splendor melting down By river bend o'er tower and town! O glory of the dying day That into darkness fades away! O splendor of the gates of night! O majesty of dying light That all a molten glory glows, Till purple-crimson fades to rose And dying, melting, outward goes In ashes on the even's rim, When all the world grows faint and dim! O silvern sound of far-off bells Ringing, ringing miles away Over river, fields, and fells, Round the crimson and the gray; Pealing softly evening out As the dewy dusk comes down, And the great night folds about River, woodlands, hills, and town! O glory of the fading hills! Splendor of the river's breast! O silence that the whole world fills! Sanctity of peaceful rest! Alien from the care of day, Now a petalled star peeps in: Now night's choruses begin, Musical and far away. O glory of the dying day, When my life's evening fades away, May it in splendid peace go down Like yours o'er river-bend and town— Not into silence blind and stark, Not into wintry muffled dark— But, heralded by stars divine, May my life's latest evening ray Melt into such a night as thine.