Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Songs from the Turret. 2. Some day, some beauteous day

Some day, some beauteous day,
   Joy will come back again.
Sorrow must fly away.

Hope, on her harp will play
   The old inspiring strain
Some day, some beauteous day.

Through the long hours I say,
   "The night must fade and wane,
Sorrow must fly away."

The morn's bewildering ray
   Shall pierce the night of rain,
Some day, some beauteous day.

Autumn shall bloom like May,
   Delight shall spring from pain;
Sorrow must fly away.

Though on my life, grief's gray
   Bleak shadow long hath lain,
Some day, some beauteous day,
   Sorrow must fly away. 

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2. Baby Eva
3. Intermediary
4. Artist and Man
5. Assistance

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