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In this dim world of clouding cares, We rarely know, till wildered eyes See white wings lessening up the skies, The angels with us unawares.
Gerald Massey
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Gerald Massey
Age: 79 †
Born: 1828
Born: May 29
Died: 1907
Died: October 29
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