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“All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing.”

Quote by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey was an American author known for her children's literature. Born on January 29, 1835, and passing away on April 9, 1905, her works were beloved by children for their warm stories and vivid characters. more

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