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The deeds we do, the words we say,Into still air they seem to fleetWe count them ever pastBut they shall last -In the dread judgment theyAnd we shall meet.

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
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