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Oct 2020
It was a precious and a silent Love
That overwhelmed me tenderly
Toward a communion of hearts I aspired
Whose fancy I indulged when I thought of you
The little mercies of nascent Love
That bore me exalted to the Lord
For happier fortune, rejoicing in Love
Like airs from Heaven blown over me.
Megan Sherman
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