Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and
masts of ships.
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and
masts of ships.
Even cities have their graves!
Even cities have their graves!
So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him read more
So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths of men.
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
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The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Be noble in every thought
And in every deed!
Be noble in every thought
And in every deed!
