Soon after Mrs. Moran heard her singing at her work, The far east glows, The morning wind blows fresh and free; Should not the hour that wakes the rose Awaken thee?
"The Maid of Maiden Lane"
Amelia E. Barr
One has a pink skull-cap, and at a porthole below the counter the red glass of a side-light catches the sun and glows a fine ruby red; a pleasant contrast to the grey, sun-dried woodwork.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch
The future glows before him.
"A Handbook to the Works of Browning (6th ed.)"
Mrs. Sutherland Orr