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Love is the only thing that pays for birth, Or makes death welcome. Oh, dear God above This beautiful but sad, perplexing earth, Pity the hearts that know--or know not--Love!

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Age: 68 †
Born: 1850
Born: November 5
Died: 1919
Died: October 30
Author
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Janesville
Wisconsin
Beautiful
Welcome
Earth
Pity
Heart
Dear
Thing
Hearts
Love
Birth
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Death
Perplexing
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