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O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place! / O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face! / O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away, / That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.

Celia Thaxter

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Celia Thaxter
Age: 59 †
Born: 1835
Born: June 29
Died: 1894
Died: August 25
Poet
Writer
Portsmouth
New Hampshire
Celia Laighton
Celia Laighton Thaxter
Remembered
Away
Wind
Familiar
Place
Morning
Blow
Care
Child
Warm
May
Face
Fast
Morn
Wells
Heaven
Blissful
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Faces
Dear
Rainy
Children
Happy
Tears
Falling
Fall
Sweet

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