Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave us read more

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave us behind
Footprints on the sands of time.

Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.

Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in read more

Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.