Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak

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.

Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.

Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.

Listen, every one
That listen may, unto a tale
That's merrier than the nightingale.
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Listen, every one
That listen may, unto a tale
That's merrier than the nightingale.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn (pt. III,),