Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The glory of Him who
Hung His masonry pendant on naught, when the world He created.
The glory of Him who
Hung His masonry pendant on naught, when the world He created.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
Hospitality sitting with gladness.
Hospitality sitting with gladness.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was read more
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.
