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There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.

James Montgomery

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James Montgomery
Age: 82 †
Born: 1771
Born: November 4
Died: 1854
Died: April 30
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Ayrshire
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