Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There read more

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There lies the Land of Song; there
lies the poet's native land.

There's not a ship that sails the ocean,
But every climate, every soil,
Must bring its tribute, read more

There's not a ship that sails the ocean,
But every climate, every soil,
Must bring its tribute, great or small,
And help to build the wooden wall!

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of
singers,
Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung read more

Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of
singers,
Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water.
Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music,
That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to
listen.

Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.

Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.