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“I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there.”

Quote by John Vance Cheney

Book:My Hearthside: Poems Written to Sally

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My Hearthside: Poems Written to Sally

This book is a compilation of verses that express deep affection and devotion to a person named Sally. The poems are crafted with a personal touch, showcasing the author's emotions and sentiments towards their subject. more

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John Vance Cheney

John Vance Cheney, an American poet, was born on December 29, 1848, and passed away on May 1, 1922. His poetry focused on natural landscapes and human emotions, which were deeply appreciated by readers. more

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