Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
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After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
And touching all the darksome woods with light,
Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,
Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,
Drops down into the night.
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in read more
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
People demand freedom only when they have no power.
People demand freedom only when they have no power.
