Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
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!
