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Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears: Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
John Keble
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John Keble
Age: 73 †
Born: 1792
Born: April 25
Died: 1866
Died: March 29
Hymnwriter
Philosopher
Poet
Theologian
University Teacher
Writer
Fairford
Gloucestershire
Upon
Sacred
Abode
May
Road
Pause
Many
Sight
Pauses
Years
Green
Shelter
Waste
Islands
Safe
Appears
Along
Soft
Sprinkled
Full
Desert
Isle
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