 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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ONSET.
Lo, where the routed shadows pass,Upon each lifted blade of grass
The tokens of a fray—
Pale life-drops from the heart of Night,
Mute witnesses of sudden flight
Before the host of Day.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |
Upon each lifted blade of grass
The tokens of a fray—
Pale life-drops from the heart of Night,
Mute witnesses of sudden flight
Before the host of Day.