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27912	Moody, William Vaughn	Gloucester Moors and Other Poems			.txt	text/plain	15694	1395	96	Leave the sounds of mothers taking up their sweet laborious days. Dear shall be the banquet table where their singing spirits press; Touched with change in the wide heavens, like a leaf the frost winds Wreathe pride now for his granite brow, lay love on his breast of With lifted face star-strong, went one who sang O sea that yearns a day, shall thy tongues be So eloquent, and heart, shall all thy tongues Love's battle comes on the wide wings of storm, Into a land God's eyes had looked not on Low looms her singing face to point the way, Lay a hand upon his muzzle in the face of God, and say, The god's sweet cruel eyes will stare. A little gift God gave my youth,--whose petals dim were fears, Till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue In the day of little things.--	./cache/27912.txt	./txt/27912.txt