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...most beautifully in words There is a Reaper whose name Is Death, And with his sickle keen. He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. [85] Neither youth nor age, poverty nor riches, the humble nor the great, the weak nor the strong,...

...most beautifully in words There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen. He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. [86] Neither youth nor age, poverty nor riches, the humble nor the great, the weak nor the strong,...

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...when suddenly the bitterness of disappointment fell upon us with its chilling shade. He who "reaps the bearded grain at a breath and the flowers that grow between " has come amongst us with his sharpened sickle. One of the brightest spirits with us at the beginning...

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