Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor read more
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
Even cities have their graves!
Even cities have their graves!
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
