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Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.
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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It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.
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And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
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