Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor read more

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so read more

They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!

That beautiful season
. . . the Summer of All-Saints!
Filled was the air with a dreamy read more

That beautiful season
. . . the Summer of All-Saints!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the
landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee,
Waved their torches to mislead him.

And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee,
Waved their torches to mislead him.