Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Though he was rough, he was kindly.
Though he was rough, he was kindly.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
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Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
