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Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.

Thomas Campbell

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Thomas Campbell
Age: 66 †
Born: 1777
Born: July 27
Died: 1844
Died: June 15
Journalist
Musicologist
Poet
Writer
Glasgow
Scotland
Bitter
Gift
Sweet
Heaven
Choicest
Else
Distilled
Love
Surviving
Life
Cups
Paradise

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