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In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift to all alike.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

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Harriet Beecher Stowe
Age: 85 †
Born: 1811
Born: June 14
Died: 1896
Died: July 1
Author
Novelist
Poet
Short Story Writer
Writer
Litchfield (town)
Connecticut
Christopher Crowfield
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Enrieta Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher
Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowe
Life
Beauty
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Humans
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Heart
God
Things
Gift

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