Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,
The blackness of read more

The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,
The blackness of that noonday night.

An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forever more, forever more,
The reign of violence is o'er!"

An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forever more, forever more,
The reign of violence is o'er!"

Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in
the green stillness of the country, where he read more

Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in
the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart
of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and
feel the throbbing heart of man?

He heard the convent bell,
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.

He heard the convent bell,
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.

And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.

And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.