Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and read more

See, how the stream has overflowed
Its banks, and o'er the meadow road
Is spreading far and wide!

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
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Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within and God o'erhead.

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!

Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, read more

Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.

Men as a whole judge more with their eyes than with their hands.

Men as a whole judge more with their eyes than with their hands.