Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he read more

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he call'd the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars that on earth's firmament do shine.

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.

Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.

I should think your tongue has broken its chain.

I should think your tongue has broken its chain.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave us read more

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave us behind
Footprints on the sands of time.