Ogden Standard-Examiner | 1927-09-29 | Page 4 | Old Masters

I OLD MASTERS I At the mid hour of night when stars are weeping I Ily To the lone Jone vale ale we loved lo hen life lite shone warm wann In thine eye And I think oft 1 If spirits can steal from the regions ot of air To revisit past st scenes of delight thou wilt come to ta me there And tell me our love is remembered even In the sky Then I sing the wild song once such rapture to hear hrar When our voices commingling breathed like one on the ear And ns ne Echo tar far off through the vale my sad orison crlson rolls I think 0 my Jove Jo us thy voice olce Irons from the KIngdom ot of Souls Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear Thomas Moore At the Mid Hour ot of Nj Night ht