Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
. . . .
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert read more

Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
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The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possessed.