The Mystic Veil
(Henry Clay Work)

When the shadows take their nightly places,
When departing light is faint and pale,
Then in my chamber gather phantom faces,
Gazing thro' the mystic veil.
One there is with features so familiar
Glimpses of her give my pulse a start;
Oh! tell me, tell me truly is it you, love?
Come to cheer my lone ly heart.

cho: Come one step nearer, one shade clearer!
Breathe one word before we part;
And tell me, tell me truly is it you, love?
Come to cheer my lonely heart.

When my song, in lonly notes ascending,
Vainly bids my sadden'd soul rejoin;
Methinks I hear a murmur'd alto blending,
Is it really your sweet voice?
Answer now, if only by a whisper,
Rend the veil, the mystic veil apart
And tell me, tell me truly is it you, love?
Come to cheer my lonely heart.

Waking while the denser darkness lingers,
Someone seems to stand beside my bed;
I can but think I feel your fairy fingers
Softly laid upon my head.
Silently, why does the vision vanish?
Dream I yet, or is it magic art?
Now tell me, tell me truly is it you, love?
Come to cheer my lonely heart.

From Sgs of Henry Clay Work, Work
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