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Now the last red ray is gone Now the twilight shadows hie.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
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Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Age: 70 †
Born: 1835
Born: January 29
Died: 1905
Died: April 9
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Cleveland
Ohio
Susan Coolidge
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...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.
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All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing.
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Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
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The sobbing wind is fierce and strong its cry is like a human wail.
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