Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
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The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
Are the days that she brings,
With her dusky wings,
And her bosom snowy white!
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined read more
What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined life.
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There read more
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There lies the Land of Song; there
lies the poet's native land.
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
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Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee,--are all with thee!
