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  • Tags: Edwin J. Milliken

'George Eliot'

LARGE woman soul, sure of unfading bays, It little boots o'er thy too early tomb To puff our little breaths of passing praise - Dead in the deepest of Midwinter's gloom, Ere thine own Autumn's mellow fruitage failed! We mourn a Larger Light, eclipsed…