Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For bells are the voice of the church;
They have tones that touch and search
The hearts read more
For bells are the voice of the church;
They have tones that touch and search
The hearts of young and old.
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental,
That nothing with God can be accidental.
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental,
That nothing with God can be accidental.
The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
