Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.
But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.
But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.
So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night,
They have driven sleep read more
So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night,
They have driven sleep from mine eyes away;
I will go down to the chapel and pray.
