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Again the blackbirds sings the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers.

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
Winter
Maple
Flower
Tremble
Dreams
Sings
Laughing
April
Dream
Showers
Streams
Flowers
Tassels
Wake
Blackbirds

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