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What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?

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
Light
Transforming
Work
Glimpse
Wild
Weird
Winter
Miracle
Infinite
Glory
Frost

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