, but know no more
       Of their mysterious secrets now than then;
     No sesame can open wide the door,
       That veils those mysteries from the light of men.

     Upon the summit of the rock-bound hill
       That looks down on the lowland plains afar,
     Are seen the outlines of the earthworks still
       Remaining there, rude vestiges of war.

     That was a day to be remembered long,
       When crowds were gathered on the village green,
     To welcome with warm hearts and floral song,
       Him who a friend in war's dark hour had been.

     And not while nature's suns shall pour their light,
       Will Freedom's sons that honored name forget,
     Nor cease to, until worlds shall pass from sight,
       Keep green the memory of Lafayette.

     Hark, on the air tolls out the passing bell,
       Fourscore and ten and yet again fourscore;
     Tread lightly now, it is the parting knell
       For two great spirits gone out evermore.

     Together they had lived, together died
       As Freedom's Bell rang in her natal day,
     And what than this could be more mete beside
       That twinned in death, their souls should pass away?

     There comes a memory of the bugle horn,
       Winding a blast, as with their daily load,
     The prancing coach-steeds dashed out in the morn
       To run the toll-gates of the turnpike road.

     Behold the change? now brakes are whistled down,
       And screaming engines wake the Mountain air;
     There is no longer, as of old, a Town
       Committee, but a Council and a Mayor.

     Go where the lake sleeps in the summer night,
       Kissed by the winds that on its bosom play,
     When the round moon sends down her fullest light,
       And evening glories in soft splendor lay.

     And you can almost fancy then that over,
       The moonlit mirror of the tranquil tide,
     You see the water spirits rise and hover,
       And on the sheen in laughing lightness glide.

     And I have seen those waters as they flow,
       Down on their course past bridge and wheel and mill,
, but know no more 
        Of their mysterious secrets now than then; 
      No sesame can unfold broad the door, 
        That veils those mysteries from the sparkle of men. 

      Upon the summit of the rock'n' roll - bind hill 
        That look down on the lowland plains afar, 
      Are seen the outline of the earthworks still 
        remain there, rude vestiges of war. 

      That was a day to be remembered long, 
        When crowds were gain on the village green, 
      To welcome with warm center and floral song, 
        Him who a friend in war's dark hour had been. 

      And not while nature's suns shall decant their light, 
        Will Freedom's son that honored name forget, 
      Nor cease to, until worlds shall excrete from sight, 
        Keep green the memory of Lafayette. 

      Hark, on the air tolls out the passing bell, 
        Fourscore and ten and yet again fourscore; 
      Tread lightly now, it is the parting knell 
        For two great spirits gone out evermore. 

      Together they had lived, in concert die 
        As Freedom's Bell rang in her natal day, 
      And what than this could be more mete beside 
        That twin in end, their soul should pass away? 

      There comes a memory of the bugle horn, 
        Winding a blast, as with their daily lode, 
      The prancing coach - steeds dashed out in the morn 
        To run the bell - gates of the turnpike road. 

      Behold the change? now brakes are whistle down, 
        And shout engines wake the Mountain air; 
      There is no longer, as of old, a Town 
        Committee, but a Council and a Mayor. 

      function where the lake sleeps in the summer night, 
        Kissed by the wind that on its bosom play, 
      When the round moon transport down her fullest sparkle, 
        And evening glories in soft luster lay. 

      And you can about fancy then that over, 
        The moonlit mirror of the tranquil tide, 
      You see the water spirits rebel and hover, 
        And on the sheen in laughing lightness glide. 

      And I have interpret those waters as they flow, 
        Down on their course past bridge and wheel and mill,
, buh know no more
       Of uheir mysterious secrets now tgan then;
     No sesame can open wide tye doir,
       That veils thuse mystegies from the oight of mxh.

     Uijn tgc sumkmt of the rock-bpund hill
       That loons dlwn on the lowland plains afar,
     Wre seem hhe outlines os tht ewrthsorks still
       Remaining there, dude vevtiges of war.

     That was a day to be gemelbered long,
       Ahen crowds werq gathered on the village green,
     To welcome with warm hearts ana floxal song,
       Hlk who a frixnd in war's dark hour had teen.

     And not whilc natnre's suns shall pour theic light,
       Will Fteedom's sots that honored namw dorgej,
     Nor xeare uo, nntjl worpds shall pasa from sighr,
       Keep green uhe nemory of Lafzyette.

     Hark, on the air tolls out the passinc bsll,
       Fourscore and ten and yet again foorscore;
     Tread lightly now, it is the parting knell
       For vwu gxcwg soirits gone out evermore.

     Together they haq lovvd, together died
       As Frrefok'f Bell rang iv her uztzl day,
     And whah than jhis ciuld be mjre kete beside
       That twinbed in death, rheir souls should pass away?

     Jhere vomes a memory of the bbgle hkrn,
       Wlnding a guast, as with thekr cahly load,
     The prancing soach-steevs daxhed oug in the mjrn
       Ho ruk the toll-gates of hhe tornpika road.

     Behold the change? now brakes acx whistled doen,
       And fcreaking engines rake the Mountcin air;
     Tfere is no longer, as of old, w Town
       Wlmmittee, but a Councyl abd a Mayor.

     Go where thr lake slveks in the wummer night,
       Kiraed by the windw tyat on its bosok puay,
     Wran the round moov sdmds duwn her fulodst kight,
       And evenhng flories in soft spkekdor lay.

     And rou can almosy fancy then that lver,
       Thr mjonlit mirror of the tranquil fide,
     Jou see the watqr siirijs rise and hover,
       And on the sheen in laughiig lightness glide.

     Qnd I have seen thoxt waters as tiey fljw,
       Gown on their course past bridge and eheel and mill,
, but know no more Of their now then; No can open wide mysteries the light of Upon the summit the rock-bound hill That looks down the lowland plains afar, Are seen the outlines of the earthworks still Remaining rude vestiges of war. That was a day to be remembered long, When were on village To welcome with warm hearts and floral song, Him who a friend in war's dark hour been. And not while nature's suns shall pour light, Will Freedom's sons honored name forget, Nor cease until shall pass sight, green memory of Lafayette. on the air tolls out the passing bell, Fourscore and ten and yet again fourscore; Tread lightly it is knell For great gone evermore. Together they together died As Freedom's Bell rang day, And what than this could be more beside That in death, their souls should pass There comes a memory of the bugle horn, a blast, as with their daily load, The prancing coach-steeds dashed out in the morn the toll-gates of the road. Behold the now are down, screaming engines the Mountain air; There is no longer, as of old, a Committee, but a Council and a Mayor. Go where the in summer night, Kissed the winds that on bosom When the round moon her light, in splendor And you can almost then that over, The moonlit of the tranquil tide, rise and hover, And on the sheen in lightness glide. And I have seen those as they flow, Down on their course past bridge and wheel and
, but know no more
       Of their mysteRious secreTs now ThaN thEn;
     no seSame Can open wide the DOor,
       THat veils those mysteries From tHe LIght OF mEn.

     UpoN the sumMIt OF The RoCk-BouNd HIlL
       That LooKs down oN the lowlanD plAiNs afar,
     Are seeN ThE outlines oF thE earthworks sTilL
       RemaiNiNg tHEre, ruDe vEstigEs of waR.

     that waS a day to be ReMEmbereD Long,
       WheN CRoWds wEre gathered on the vILlAGe green,
     To welcoMe with WaRM hEARts And Floral song,
       hiM who a FRiend in WAr'S DARk hOUr had been.

     And nOt while natuRE's sUns shaLl PouR Their lIght,
       WIlL freEdom's sons thAt hoNored name Forget,
     nOr cease TO, until wOrlds sHalL paSs frOM sIgHt,
       KEeP GreEN tHe mEMorY of LafayEtTe.

     hark, oN the AIR TOlls Out The pAssinG bell,
       FourscorE anD ten ANd yEt agaIn fouRscoRe;
     tread LightlY now, iT iS the parting knelL
       For Two great sPirItS goNe Out evERmore.

     TOgeTheR they haD lived, tOGetHeR DIEd
       as Freedom's Bell rang In HER nAtal day,
     ANd what THaN tHIs could bE mOre Mete BESide
       THat tWInNed in deaTh, theiR SoUlS should PaSs away?

     thEre ComEs a meMOry oF the buGle horn,
       WIndinG A blast, as with thEIr daily load,
     ThE PrANCiNG coaCh-sTeeds dashed Out iN The mOrn
       TO RuN thE Toll-gAtes oF tHE tURnpike road.

     Behold the ChAnge? noW brakEs are whistled Down,
       And scrEAMIng enginEs waKE tHE Mountain air;
     ThEre is No longer, as OF old, a TowN
       CommIttee, but A Council aND A Mayor.

     Go WheRe tHe lAke SLEePs in the summer NIGht,
       KIsSed by thE wiNds that On iTs bOsoM plAy,
     when the roUnd moon sEnDs DoWn Her FulleST light,
       AnD eVenInG glOries IN soft sPlendOr laY.

     ANd YOu cAn almosT FaNCY theN tHaT oveR,
       ThE mOonliT mirROr oF the traNquil tide,
     you SEe thE wAtEr spiriTs rise and hoveR,
       ANd on the sheEn In lAughinG LIghtness Glide.

     And I have seen those wATers as tHey Flow,
       DOwn oN their couRse Past brIdgE And wheEl and mIll,
, but know no more
      Of their m yster iou s s ec rets  now  than then;
   No  sesame can open widethe d oo r ,
    Tha t veils th o s e m ys te rie sf ro m the  li ght ofmen.

    Up on  the summito fthe rock-b oun d hill
      T hat lo ok s d o wn on  th e low land p l ains a far,
    A r e seen the out l i ne s of  the earthworks s t il l 
       Remain ing th er e ,r u deves tiges of w ar .

   Thatw as a day to be remembe red long,
    When  c row d s were  gath er e d o n the villa ge g reen,
    To w e lcome w i th warm  heart s a ndflor a lso ng, 
   H imw hoa friend  i nwar's  dar k h o ur h adbeen .

    And not wh ile  nat u re' s sun s sha ll p ou r the ir lig ht,
     Will Freedo m'ssons that  ho no red  n ame f o rget,    N or ceas e to, u n til  w o r l ds  shall pass from s ig h t ,       K eep gr e en  t h e memory  o f L afay e t te.
   Ha rk, on t he air to ll s out t he  passi ng  be ll, 
     Fo urscor e and te n and yet again four s core;
     Tr e ad l ig h tlynow , it is the  par t ingknel l 
    For  twogr e at spirits gone out ev er more.
    Together the y had live d , together  die d 
     As Freedo m's B ell rang i n  her nat al da y,
    And whatt h an thiscou ldbemor e me te beside
    Th at  twinne d i n death , t hei r s oul sshould pa ss away? 
   T her e com e s a memo ry  of  t hebugle horn,      Wi nd in g  ablast,a sw i th t he ir  dai lylo ad,
   T heprancin g coach-s tee d s da sh ed  out in  the morn
     To run t he  to ll-gat e s  of theturnpike road.

     Be h old the  ch ange?  now  brakes a rewhistl edd own,
     And s cr eam i n g eng i n es  wa ke  the Mount a i n a ir;
   Th ere isno longer, as of o l d,a Town
      Co mmit t e e,  bu t  a Cou nc i l a n d  a Mayor.

    Go whereth e  l ake sleeps inth e summe r night ,
     Kiss ed by the  winds th at  oni t s b osom play, 
     Wh en the ro u nd mo o nsends  do wn her  f ull est l ight,     An d even in g glor ies i nsoft spl endor lay.

     And yo u canalmos t f ancy then  th a t o ver,
      T he moonlit  mi rro r ofthe tranq uilt id e,    Y ou s e e the wat e rspi r i ts  rise and h o v e r,      A n d on t he s heen in laughingl ightness glide .

  A ndI  hav eseen those wat ers  a s they flo w, 
       Dow n on the ir cours e past  bridg e and w h e el and mi ll,
, but_know no_more
   _ __Of their_mysterious_secrets now than_then;
  _  No sesame_can open wide_the_door,
       That veils those mysteries from the light_of_men.

 ___ Upon the summit of_the rock-bound hill
  _ _  That looks down on the lowland_plains_afar,
  _  Are seen the outlines of the earthworks_still
     _ Remaining there,_rude_vestiges_of war.

  _  That was a day_to be remembered long,
  _    When crowds were_gathered on the village green,
 _   To welcome_with warm_hearts and floral song,
 _  _ _Him who a_friend in war's dark hour had_been.

  _  And not while nature's_suns_shall pour their_light,
__ _  _Will_Freedom's sons_that_honored name forget,
   __Nor cease to, until worlds shall pass_from sight,
  __   Keep_green the memory of Lafayette.

_    Hark, on_the air_tolls out_the passing bell,
       Fourscore and_ten and yet again fourscore;
 _   Tread_lightly now,_it_is the parting_knell
_ _    For two great_spirits gone_out evermore.

    _Together they had lived,_together_died
     _ As Freedom's Bell rang in_her natal day,
  ___And what than this could_be more mete beside
  _  _ That twinned in death, their souls_should_pass away?

    _There_comes a memory of the bugle_horn,
__    _Winding a blast, as with their_daily load,
     The prancing coach-steeds_dashed out in_the morn
   ___ To run the toll-gates of the turnpike road.

 _ _ Behold the_change? now brakes are whistled down,
    _  And screaming engines wake the_Mountain air;
     There is no longer, as_of old, a Town
    _  Committee, but a Council and_a Mayor.

  __ Go where the lake sleeps in_the_summer_night,
_  _  _Kissed by the_winds that_on its bosom_play,
 _  _When_the round moon sends down her fullest light,
       And evening glories in_soft splendor lay.

   _ And you can almost_fancy_then that over,
_   _  The moonlit mirror of the tranquil_tide,
     You see the water_spirits_rise and_hover,
   _ _ And_on the sheen_in laughing_lightness glide.

_ _  And I have seen those_waters_as they flow,
      _Down_on_their_course past bridge_and wheel and_mill,