Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
I see, but cannot reach, the height
That lies forever in the light.
I see, but cannot reach, the height
That lies forever in the light.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There read more
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious
the world of God within us. There lies the Land of Song; there
lies the poet's native land.
