The Glory Of The Day Was In Her Face by James Weldon Johnson

[sublimegal]

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

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[yellowoodstock4]

"And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of Morning blushing in the early skies."

i abolutely LOVE that :) morning blushing......mmmmm, sounds comforting.