Caroling Dusk/The Glory of the Day Was in Her Face
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THE GLORY OF HER DAY WAS IN HER FACE
The glory of the day was in her face,The beauty of the night was in her eyes.And over all her loveliness, the graceOf Morning blushing in the early skies.
And in her voice, the calling of the dove;Like music of a sweet, melodious part.And in her smile, the breaking light of love;And all the gentle virtues in her heart.
And now the glorious day, the beauteous night,The birds that signal to their mates at dawn,To my dull ears, to my tear-blinded sightAre one with all the dead, since she is gone.