Deseret Evening News | 1901-06-22 | Page 19 | Sunday Afternoons

SUNDAY SUNDA AFTERNOONS From Frum the windows of or the chapel SrI sounds nn organs note Tin the Sabbath of music And AM the quiet and tho firelight And the tunes me mo dreaming back to boyhood bo hood And nd Its Sunday afternoons When we w gathered In the parlor In the parlor stiff stitT and grand grandl Vi l re the haircloth chairs and ofas otal Sool arrayed a brand each ench queer oil all portrait watched With a n countenance of or wood r ril 1 the shells upon the In a dustless splendor stood the quaint old parlor organ with the th quaver In Its tongue tu tremble In Us Its fervor As the sacred pongs lonAs were sung lung A We sang the homely homel anthems f S nit 1 the glad revival hymns Of tho Ihl glory of or the story And the light no sorrow dims h the dusk Brew even deeper And AM the evening settled rUled down Ana M the twinkled In little town UH and young we sang the chorus th told It oer in the th d dr sr familiar voices Hushed or scattered evermore r 1 tilt windows Of f the chapel i and ond low the music dies AM A 1 the Ih pit ture In the F r KS my III eyes eyell Ii wistful fanc listening I M th ht wind willil hum the tunes tune 1 I f sang there tile In III the parlor a 1 those Sunday afternoons