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One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Age: 75 †
Born: 1807
Born: January 1
Died: 1882
Died: March 24
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And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
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O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!
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I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
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