Alone Lyrics & Chords By Pathology

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tomb-stone-
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before three, are again
In death around three- and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
The night- tho clear-shall frown-
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the heaven,
With light like hope to mortals given-
But their red-orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish-
Now are visions ne'er to vanish-
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more- like dew-drops from the grass.
The breeze- the breath of God- is still
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy- shadowy- yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token-
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!-