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With drooping bells of clearest blue Thou didst attract my childish view, Almost resembling The azure butterflies that flew Where on the heath thy blossoms grew So lightly trembling.
Reginald Heber
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Reginald Heber
Age: 42 †
Born: 1783
Born: April 21
Died: 1826
Died: April 3
Anglican Priest
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