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While forced to dwell apart from thy dear face, Love, robed like sorrow, led me by the hand And taught my doubting heart to understand That which has puzzled all the human race.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Age: 68 †
Born: 1850
Born: November 5
Died: 1919
Died: October 30
Author
Poet
Writer
Janesville
Wisconsin
Human
Taught
Robed
Humans
Doubt
Doubting
Heart
Hand
Puzzled
Love
Race
Dwell
Like
Face
Forced
Faces
Apart
Understand
Dear
Hands
Sorrow

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