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I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Age: 68 †
Born: 1850
Born: November 5
Died: 1919
Died: October 30
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Janesville
Wisconsin
Morning
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High
Exalted
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Pure
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