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When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow?

William Cowper

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William Cowper
Age: 68 †
Born: 1731
Born: November 26
Died: 1800
Died: April 25
Hymnwriter
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Poet Lawyer
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Berkhamsted
Hertfordshire
Willing
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Love
Proceeds
Weeping
Distress
Soft
Flow
Tears
Deep

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