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God's providence is not blind, but full of eyes.
John Greenleaf Whittier
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Age: 84 †
Born: 1807
Born: December 17
Died: 1892
Died: September 7
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Haverhill
Massachusetts
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Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
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