 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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THE POSTULANT.
In ashes from the wasted fires of noon,Aweary of the light,
Comes Evening, a tearful novice, soon
To take the veil of night.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |
Aweary of the light,
Comes Evening, a tearful novice, soon
To take the veil of night.