Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows.
Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows.
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
For thine own purpose, thou hast sent
The strife and the discouragement!
For thine own purpose, thou hast sent
The strife and the discouragement!
Resolve, and thou art free.
Resolve, and thou art free.
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in read more
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.
