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I am out of humanity's reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speechI start at the sound of my own.

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
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Music
Sweet
Must
Journey
Never
Hear
Humanity
Alone

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