UHLAND'S “CHAPEL”

Yonder stands the hillside chapel

Mid the evergreens and rocks,

All day long it hears the song

Of the shepherd to his flocks.

Then the chapel bell goes tolling —

Knelling for a soul that's sped;

Silent and sad the shepherd lad

Hears the requiem for the dead.

Shepherd, singers of the valley,

Voiceless now, speed on before;

Soon shall knell that chapel bell

For the songs you'll sing no more.