Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Two ways the rivers
Leap down to different seas, and as they roll
Grow deep and still, read more

Two ways the rivers
Leap down to different seas, and as they roll
Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence
Becomes a benefaction to the towns
They visit, wandering silently among them,
Like patriarchs old among their shining tents.

Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.

Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

For bells are the voice of the church;
They have tones that touch and search
The hearts read more

For bells are the voice of the church;
They have tones that touch and search
The hearts of young and old.

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of
studies a dull brain.

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of
studies a dull brain.