Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

World-wide apart, and yet akin,
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old.

World-wide apart, and yet akin,
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old.

Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!

Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!

I have a passion for ballad. . . . They are the gypsy children of
song, born under green read more

I have a passion for ballad. . . . They are the gypsy children of
song, born under green hedgerows in the leafy lanes and bypaths
of literature,--in the genial Summertime.

Feet that run on willing errands!

Feet that run on willing errands!

So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night,
They have driven sleep read more

So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night,
They have driven sleep from mine eyes away;
I will go down to the chapel and pray.