 HISTORY OF A LIFE by Barry Cornwall Red for LibriVox.org by Tony Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. This fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. HISTORY OF A LIFE by Barry Cornwall Red for LibriVox.org by Caliban Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times, Was seen a gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. HISTORY OF A LIFE by Barry Cornwall Red for LibriVox.org by David Bruno Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times, Was seen a gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. HISTORY OF A LIFE by Barry Cornwall Red for LibriVox.org by David Bruno Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times, Was seen a gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. HISTORY OF A LIFE by Barry Cornwall Red for LibriVox.org by Diana Meilinger in October 2009 Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintless with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times, Was seen a gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. HISTORY OF A LIFE by Barry Cornwall Red for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintless with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times, Was seen a gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. HISTORY OF A LIFE by Barry Cornwall Red for LibriVox.org by Ernst Patinama Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintless with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times, Was seen a gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. HISTORY OF A LIFE by Barry Cornwall Red for LibriVox.org by Ellie Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. HISTORY OF A LIFE by Barry Cornwall Read for LibriVox.org by Elvira Shar Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. HISTORY OF A LIFE by Barry Cornwall Read for LibriVox.org by Iswa in Belgium in October 2009. Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. History of a Life by Barry Cornwall. Read for LibriVox by Ken Sterry. Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. History of a Life by Barry Cornwall. Read for LibriVox.org by Kim Stish. Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. History of a Life by Barry Cornwall. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Day dawned, within a curtain room, Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face, And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. History of a Life by Barry Cornwall. History of a Life by Barry Cornwall. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. This recording is in the public domain. History of a Life by Barry Cornwall. History of a Life by Barry Cornwall. Read for LibriVox.org by Rhonda Fetterman. Day dawned, within a curtain room Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. History of a Life by Barry Cornwall. Read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. Day dawned, within a curtain room Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. History of a Life by Barry Cornwall. Read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation. Day dawned, within a curtain room Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. History of a Life by Barry Cornwall. Read for LibriVox.org by Secrets. Day dawned, within a curtain room Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Day dawned, within a curtain room Filled to faintness with perfume, A lady lay at point of doom. Day closed, a child had seen the light, But for the lady fair and bright, She rested in undreaming night. Spring rose, the lady's grave was green, And near it often times was seen, A gentle boy with thoughtful mean. Years fled, he wore a manly face And struggled in the world's rough race, And won at last a lofty place. And then he died, behold before ye, Humanities' poor sum and story, Life, death, and all that is of glory. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.