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Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold.

James Russell Lowell

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James Russell Lowell
Age: 72 †
Born: 1819
Born: February 22
Died: 1891
Died: August 12
Diplomat
Essayist
Journalist
Literary Critic
Poet
Writer
Cambridge
Massachusetts
Way
Grow
Pluck
Full
Pledge
Grows
Beside
Common
Dear
May
Road
Firsts
Gold
Dusty
First
Flower
Uphold
Children
Pride
Harmless

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