'Twas at the hour of twilight, 
The sun was sink ing fast, 
There came to me a vision
Of hapрy days long past;

I saw the old rose garden
In all it's glowing bloom
I heard the robins singing
As in the time of June.

    Ah, 'twas but a dream 
    a dream with joy and sorrow blended, 
    And now. alas I sigh, 
    That with the dream.
    My joy is ended: 
    Ah, the thought that all of those bright
    days are gone forever
    'Twas but a

I heard the nightwind sighing 
All through the whisp'ring trees, 
The scent of summer roses 
Was wafted on the breeze;

I saw the rustic arbor, 
Where in the days of love
We watched the golden stars
So far above.