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.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
Be noble in every thought
And in every deed!
Be noble in every thought
And in every deed!
Resolve and thou art free.
Resolve and thou art free.
