Type
Song
Composer
E. C. Davis
Lyricist
Mrs. S. J. Howe
Publisher
N. Phillips, St. Louis, Mo.
Lyrics

Bend softly down ye gentle skies,
Bend softly down to me,
That I may see those spirit eyes,
If spirit eyes they be,
Bend gently down, For I have dream'd
That there were forms above,
In every pearly star that beam'd,
made up of light and love.

Bend softly down ye gentle stars,
And lift the azure veil,
That I may see your pearly brows
That ne'er with sorrow pale,
There must be hearts in that blue realmn [sic],
That throw with fearful bliss,
They cannot be so dull and cold,
So pulseless as in this.

Oh! I have set my weary heart
On love, this earth hath not,
And mine, thro' life must ever be
A sad, sad lonely lot;
Bend softly down to me,
That I may see those spirit eyes,
If spirit eyes they be.