Uhland's

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.

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"Uhland's by Eugene Field" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2019. Web. 16 Jan. 2019. <https://www.poetry.net/poem/13142>.

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