It is the Twilight Hour

It is the twilight hour, Leonora, Leonora
It is the twilight hour, Leonora, Leonora
Along the western sky
The clouds of sunset lie
And I hear the pine grove sigh, Leonora, Leonora
I hear the pine grove sigh, Leonora, Leonora.

It is the twilight hour, Leonora, Leonora
It is the twilight hour, Leonora, Leonora
The purple eve is come, Leonora;
The last blush of the day
From the lake has fled away,
And the mountain tops are grey, Leonora.

It is the twilight hour, Leonora, Leonora
It is the twilight hour, Leonora, Leonora
O leave thy household task, Leonora;
Come, where the woodbine twines
Her odor,-breathing (sic) vines,
The star of evening shines, Leonora.

It is the twilight hour, Leonora, Leonora
It is the twilight hour, Leonora, Leonora
The song,-birds (sic) are all mute, Leonora;
But dearer far to me
Than note of bird can be,
Is a song of love from thee, Leonora.

From an 1854 edition of the "Christian Parlour Book: devoted to Science, Literature and Religion", published by James H. Pratt & Co. No.116 Nassau Street, NY.

I will get a midi done and sent in a few days. There are several more songs in this book. I will enter the lyrics as I have time, then the midis.

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