Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
For thine own purpose, thou hast sent
The strife and the discouragement!
For thine own purpose, thou hast sent
The strife and the discouragement!
Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors
Veiled the light of his face, like the read more
Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors
Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from
Sinai.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
