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FACES.
Heed not pity's pleading cry,
All unheeding passing by.
All unheeding passing by.
Faces, faces, God's own faces,
Faces that our hearts will prize,
When their curving lines of beauty,
Faded are to other eyes.
Faces that our hearts will prize,
When their curving lines of beauty,
Faded are to other eyes.
Oh! the faces that we love,
They will ever dawn and shine,
To cheer us though the mortal imprint,
Lies within the grave's dark shrine.
They will ever dawn and shine,
To cheer us though the mortal imprint,
Lies within the grave's dark shrine.
