Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the thickets and the meadows
Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa.
On the summit of the lodges
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In the thickets and the meadows
Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa.
On the summit of the lodges
Sang the robin, the Opechee.

The pen became a clarion.

The pen became a clarion.

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.

I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
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I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
And the brown rocks left bare on every hand,
As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.

A solid man of Boston;
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first read more

A solid man of Boston;
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first green peas.