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Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Charity
Land
Scatter
Philanthropic
Philanthropy
Smiling
Plenty

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Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
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Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
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