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I think I never passed so sad an hour, Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night. The edifice from basement to the tower Was one resplendent blaze of coloured light.

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
Church
Tower
Night
Towers
Light
Passed
Resplendent
Never
Hour
Coloured
Think
Dear
Blaze
Thinking
Friendship
Basement
Friend
Edifice
Hours
Basements

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