Pianoforte Solo .. "Rentrée au Camp.".. Ketterer.
Song......"The Guardian Angel."...... Gounod.
Still is the night,-low thro' the pine tree,
Murmurs the wind like orphan's wail;
Birds on the bough, silent are sleeping,
Lamp after lamp fades from the vale!
Sad is my soul, weary with thinking,
Thinking of days and friends gone by!
Like unto life seemeth the dark pine,
Like unto life the wind's low sigh.
Oh friends of old, why have ye left me?
And shall I hearken your voice no more?
Vain is my greeting, vain my entreating,
Nor can they leave that further shore!
Yet spirits from high hover o'er me
And comfort sure they bring.
The bright stars of Heav'n may be shaded,
But 'tis by an angel's wing.
Ever so low, ever so gently,
Whispers the angel in mine ear;
Teaching me still, chiding me never;
Heaven itself is brought more near!
Thus at the night, when day is ended,
And thro' the forest wails the blast;
When to the dance calleth gay music,
Hold I communion with the past!
Oh! when I feel the present lonely,
And cares oppress me and friends depart,
Angels are near me, fail not to hear me,
And sooth the trouble of my heart.
Yes! spirits from high hover o'er me,
And comfort sure they bring,
The bright stars of Heav'n may be shaded,
But 'tis by an angel's wing.