Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.

The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.

The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.

The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

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.