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Figure to yourself what the year would sustain were the spring taken away: such a loss do they sustain who trifle in youth.

Lydia Sigourney

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Lydia Sigourney
Age: 73 †
Born: 1791
Born: September 1
Died: 1865
Died: June 10
Autobiographer
Essayist
Poet
Writer
Norwich
Connecticut
Lydia Howard Sigourney
Lydia Howard Huntley
Lydia Huntley Sigourney
L. H. S.
Sweet Singer of Hartford
A Lady
Youth
Year
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