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When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep.

Charles Wesley

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Charles Wesley
Age: 80 †
Born: 1707
Born: December 18
Died: 1788
Died: March 29
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Philosopher
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North Lincs
Smile
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Weep
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