Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.
Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries read more
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;--
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that our of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
