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The glory of the day was in her face, / The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace / Of 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 sight / Are one with all the dead, since she is gone.