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Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn

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
Months
Rich
Clear
Morn
Meadows
Corn
September
Cool

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