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A charmed life old goodness hath the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.
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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Goodness
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And peace unweaponed conquers every wrong!
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Nature speaks in symbols and in signs.
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Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn!
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Thee lift me, and I lift thee, and together we ascend.
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