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Give her not greatness. For great souls must stand Alone and lonely in this little world: Cleft rocks that show the great Creator's hand, Thither by earthquakes hurled.

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
Must
Alone
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Giving
Show
Creator
Great
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Souls
World
Hands
Lonely
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Greatness
Cleft
Littles
Rocks
Thither
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Little
Hand
Earthquakes

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