Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To the red rising moon, and loud and deep
The nightingale is singing from the steep.
To the red rising moon, and loud and deep
The nightingale is singing from the steep.
Resolve, and thou art free.
Resolve, and thou art free.
Though he was rough, he was kindly.
Though he was rough, he was kindly.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold read more
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
