Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The pen became a clarion.

The pen became a clarion.

The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
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The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
The falling mantle of the Prophet seems.

An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forever more, forever more,
The reign of violence is o'er!"

An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forever more, forever more,
The reign of violence is o'er!"

People demand freedom only when they have no power.

People demand freedom only when they have no power.

For there are moments in life, when the heart is so full of
emotion,
That if by chance read more

For there are moments in life, when the heart is so full of
emotion,
That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble,
Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret,
Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.