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Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

John Greenleaf Whittier

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John Greenleaf Whittier
Age: 84 †
Born: 1807
Born: December 17
Died: 1892
Died: September 7
Journalist
Lawyer
Poet
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Haverhill
Massachusetts
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