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“God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see.”

Quote by Grace Noll Crowell

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Grace Noll Crowell
Grace Noll Crowell

Grace Noll Crowell was an American poet born on October 30, 1877, and died on March 31, 1969. Her poetry is known for its profound emotions and unique style, covering themes such as nature, love, religion, and philosophy. more

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