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Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven That from the East glad message brings. Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapped to the eyes in his black wings.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Age: 70 †
Born: 1836
Born: November 2
Died: 1907
Died: March 19
Editor
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Portsmouth
New Hampshire
Night
Messages
Ravens
East
Dove
Eyes
Wrapped
Heaven
Snow
Eye
Message
Evil
Brings
White
Glad
Stealthy
Black
Wings
Raven

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