When, on my eve of life,
a radiant dawn is breaking
and whispering winds
from Heaven's bright plains
are blown,
a radiant dawn is breaking
and whispering winds
from Heaven's bright plains
are blown,
I hear,
from out the sunrise,
voices calling
my feet to brighter paths,
untried,
unknown.
E.E.L.
Emily Emerson Lantz
from out the sunrise,
voices calling
my feet to brighter paths,
untried,
unknown.
E.E.L.
Emily Emerson Lantz
1862 ~ 1931
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