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The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.
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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Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.
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And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace
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For still in mutual sufferance lies The secret of true living Love scarce is love that never knows The sweetness of forgiving.
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O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!
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From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.
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Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, under the sky's gray arch. Smiling, I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.
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Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
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