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I dimly guess, from blessings known, of greater out of sight.

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
Blessings
Blessing
Guess
Sight
Greater
Known
Dimly

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And peace unweaponed conquers every wrong!
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God's providence is not blind, but full of eyes.
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