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“At end of Love, at end of Life, At end of Hope, at end of Strife' At end of all we cling to so- The sun is setting-we must go. At dawn of Love, at dawn of Life, At dawn of Peace that follows Strife, At dawn of all we long for so- The sun is rising-let us go.”

Quote by Louise Chandler Moulton

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Louise Chandler Moulton
Louise Chandler Moulton

Louise Chandler Moulton was an American poet recognized for her contributions to the literary scene in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Born in 1835 and passing away on August 10, 1908, Moulton's poetry was characterized by its deep connection to nature and spiritual themes. more

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