Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is read more
O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is shed,
Like a celestial benison!
Here at the portal thou dost stand,
And with thy little hand
Thou openest the mysterious gate
Into the future's undiscovered land.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet read more
Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.
