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We shape ourselves the joy or fear Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade.
John Greenleaf Whittier
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Age: 84 †
Born: 1807
Born: December 17
Died: 1892
Died: September 7
Journalist
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Haverhill
Massachusetts
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Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!
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And peace unweaponed conquers every wrong!
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