Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.
Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.
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!
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of
heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the read more
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of
heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his
sandal shoon.
These bells have been anointed,
And baptized with holy water!
These bells have been anointed,
And baptized with holy water!
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
