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The age is dull and mean. Men creep, Not walk with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt they owe to shame Buy cheap, sell dear eat. drink, and sleep down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want Pay tithes for soul-insurance keep Six days to Mammon, one to Cant

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
Writer
Haverhill
Massachusetts
Mean
Walk
Sell
Tame
Men
Walks
Sells
Creeps
Blood
Six
Cant
Days
Debt
Deaf
Tithes
Sleep
Shame
Insurance
Mammon
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Tithe
Keep
Pay
Pale
Moaning
Soul
Drink
Dull
Creep

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