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32146	Willis, Nathaniel Parker	Fugitive Poetry			.txt	text/plain	14194	1257	94	And the sky look'd like silver, and it seem'd Of God's sweet goodness stirring at her heart, Like a strong feeling, hung upon the world Like the first whisper in a silent world. Like beautiful creations, till I feel Gather my wings; and, like a rushing thought, And the blue sky is like a newer world, And course the heaven like stars, and float away Like the deep Sabbath of the night, came down Like a glad fountain, in the eye of light, Like the light of your very eye. Thy heart, my gentle girl! My love was like a beating heart-Their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts The beautiful gift of _thy_ light--Pass on! And love was like a holy star, I love to look on a scene like this, Witching thoughts like things half hid Is like kissing her eyes as the lashes fall. And her dark eye like star-light flashes--	./cache/32146.txt	./txt/32146.txt