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Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.

William Cowper

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William Cowper
Age: 68 †
Born: 1731
Born: November 26
Died: 1800
Died: April 25
Hymnwriter
Poet
Poet Lawyer
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Berkhamsted
Hertfordshire
Nature
Leads
Verdure
Form
Spread
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Power
Forms
Dewy
Giving
Field
Mead
Every
Dancing
Spreads
Flower
Scent
Fields
Opens
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Fresh
Unwearied

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