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The song seraphically free Of taint of personality, So pure that it salutes the suns The voice of one for millions, In whom the millions rejoice For giving their one spirit voice.
George Meredith
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George Meredith
Age: 81 †
Born: 1828
Born: February 12
Died: 1909
Died: May 18
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Portsmouth
England
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