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But he has gone, A nation's memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.

John Masefield

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John Masefield
Age: 88 †
Born: 1878
Born: June 1
Died: 1967
Died: May 12
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
County of Herefordshire
John Edward Masefield
Memories
Venturing
Morning
Veneration
Nations
Radiant
Gone
Spirits
Spirit
Somewhere
Ever
Memory
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Nation

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