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The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.

Charles Lamb

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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Writer
London
England
Pleasant
Zion
Strikes
Tidings
Heard
Sabbath
Voice
Cheerful
Sense
Bells
Good
Strike
Like
Hills
Wherever
Proclaims

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