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Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.

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William Watson
Age: 77 †
Born: 1858
Born: August 2
Died: 1935
Died: August 11
Poet
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Newark
Nottinghamshire
Sir William Watson
Feet
Hadst
Weary
Thou
Gift
Rest

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