Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is the forest primeval.
This is the forest primeval.
Hospitality sitting with gladness.
Hospitality sitting with gladness.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
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Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings read more
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
