Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we read more

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each deed of shame.

Youth comes but once in a lifetime

Youth comes but once in a lifetime

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.