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THE DEAD DAY by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER

First Line: THE GOLDEN DAY IS DEAD AND NOW DOTH GO
Last Line: FOR ALL HER FACE WITH SORROW'S TEARS IS WET.
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
The golden day is dead and now doth go
Out through the portals of the evening gray,
And somewhere o'er the hills will be laid low
In strange, far, viewless fields, by each dear yesterday;
Nature doth not that dying smile forget,
For all her face with sorrow's tears is wet.



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