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Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.

Jean Ingelow

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Jean Ingelow
Age: 77 †
Born: 1820
Born: March 17
Died: 1897
Died: July 20
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Boston
England
Orris
Lord
Larks
Life
Giddy
Skip
Bees
Hang
Clover
Crowds
Grasshoppers
Sweet
Clovers
Feet
Thanking

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