The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.

The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.

I am who I am and I say what I think. I'm not putting a face on for the record.

I am who I am and I say what I think. I'm not putting a face on for the record.

Oh! could you view the melody
Of every grace,
And music of her face,
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Oh! could you view the melody
Of every grace,
And music of her face,
You'd drop a tear,
Seeing more harmony
In her bright eye,
Than now you hear.

The face the index of a feeling mind.

The face the index of a feeling mind.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.

There be many that say, Who will shew us any good? Lord, lift
thou up the light of thy read more

There be many that say, Who will shew us any good? Lord, lift
thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.

And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on read more

And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.

Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.

Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are read more

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.