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TOMORROW by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: UPON THY FACE ALONE NO TRACE
Last Line: THAT FLOODS THY SOUL, SWEET MORROW.
Subject(s): TIME;
Upon thy face alone no trace
Of Time, no touch of sorrow;
No shade of night upon the light
That floods thy soul, sweet Morrow.



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