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Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher.
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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Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter!
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The air of summer was sweeter than wine.
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Out of the shadows of night The world rolls into light.
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Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
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