A little poetry

I read this today. It is just a snippet (the beginning) of a poem written by James Weldon Johnson. He is better known for a song he penned with his brother (for an event for Abraham Lincoln in Jacksonville, Florida) but I read this and thought it was worth sharing. Words, done right, are timeless. Enjoy...

The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of Morning blushing in the early skies.

The Glory of the Day Was in Her Face
James Weldon Johnson

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